Dear Finch Cross, Yours Truly Begonia Costa

The New and Unknown

Isn't funny how your world can be flipped upside down in just a few seconds. That's how it felt when I moved to New York. I was just your average small town girl nothing special. I just liked writing music. I remember when I first went to New York. It was after I graduated college. The city lights were breath taking as my bus pulled up to the stop in the East Village. The big apple the place where dreams come true. The bus hulted with ease. I stood up and grabbed my suitcase ,and bass case. I scurried off the bus ,and walked a few blocks east. I had purchased an apartment before moving here fully. My mom helped me picked it out. It was a quant one bedroom. I walked into the apartment building ,and checked in. The lady handed me my key. I smiled and waved ,as I walked away. I walked to the first floor apartment ,and set my stuff down. I sighed and walked into my bedroom. I layed down on the bed." I need to get a job," I mumbled. My mom said she would help me pay rent until I got a stable job. She was over all very supportive of me. I turned over ,and looked at the photo of me ,and a girl. She had blonde hair ,and piercing blue eyes. My childhood friend Finch. She's been in a coma for a year now. Her family hasn't pulled the plug yet. Her mom still holds out her precious little girl will wake up.

Hope seemed to be inevitable. We were both supposed to come to New York. You know the story be a hot shot band. Play the gigs ,and make money. I turned on my side away from the photo. I couldn't look at. It made me feel betrayed in a way.

Please won't you save me some bliss. I am ,but a vision of this. As you lay a kiss above the crown. I will admire your willingness to bow,but please save me this before I drown.

Melodic words rung out from up stairs. They spoke beautifully of worship of an art. They sounded punk which I liked. I halted my breathing to hear better threw the muffled ceiling.