Life with International Musicians

Chapter 2: Flashback

I decided to dance to the song "Friends in Low Place" by Garth Brooks with original choreography. This is a song that my dance instructor, Park Bongyoung suggested.

He said "This is a good song for you to dance to and create a choreography for it, I know it's gonna be good. Good Luck! It's your homework for tomorrow. No copying any moves like you just did".

I said "alright", and went to listen to the song.

To create a choreography, I need to know the in-depth meaning of this song. So, I went on YouTube and looked up the song. When I first heard the song I was like "Oh, this is a song about when someone is drunk" and didn't care about the lyrics.

When I put the song on replay, I payed attention to the lyrics. This is when I noticed, this song describes my dad. I then thought about my dad and...... I thought back to the memory of what caused me to be what I am now.

Flashback to 11 years ago

My  father is what you expect from any father. He loved me more than anyone in my family. He called me a angel, and would let me out with friends whenever I want. This has been my life for 2 years. I am not depressed thinking "I love my life" and "my life is amazing".

He is like this until he lost his job. He got fired for constantly being late for work, and never doing his job. He reads newspapers and sits there talking to all the other workers. The workers that he talked to thought of him as annoying and saw everything he's been doing.

One worker, Bianca Lesley reported him to their boss. She reported him because she felt like it wasn't right for people to have the job that other people have and earn exact pay. Even though they don't work.

He got fired on my 9th birthday. He is having such a good day, until he went to work. He went to work and found out he got fired. He immediately got mad at everyone, my mom, me, and my family.

He stormed out of the house once he got home and decided to buy a pack of cigarettes. During the first week of him smoking, he smoked about half of the pack a day.

However after a month of smoking, it progressed to 3 packs a day. After smoking 3 packs a day, he started to drink.

This got worse day by day. He now doesn't love me or my mom, and became a physco, who doesn't care about anything. All he cares about is drinking and smoking. He started to get drunk every night and abuse my mom.

I am eating dinner one day, and my mom and dad got into a fight, while he's drunk. He starts to abuse my mom infront of me.

My mom knew what is going to happen. My mom told me to run, but I am so shocked that I stayed still. He then went to me and I know I had to run. I ran all the way to random streets knowing if I stop, he'll catch up to me.

He kept trying to find me and couldn't, so he called police. Police found me and took me back to my dad. My dad decided to take me back home and abuse me.

This is the time my mom needed, so when my dad went to find me, she looked for things to protect herself. She found knives and shoved it in her clothes.

When my dad came home, with me being dragged, she didn't throw a knife but instead protected me.

When I am about to turn 10, I am so use to seeing my dad abuse my mom. I try to protect my mom, but my dads too strong. My dad died on my 10th birthday.

He didn't come home drunk one night. My mom thought he just is gonna come home later during the day, but that didn't happen. He didn't come home.

Instead, we got a phone call from a hospital and the doctor said "Your Chris Vacinos wife right? My mom said "yes". The doctor said "He got a panic attack because of how bad the lung cancer got and died. My mom cried a bit, but is happy since she won't be abused anymore.

However, she became really strict with me. I lost all my freedom and she coped me up at home and school. I got extreme depression and started to cut myself.

But I found something that made me forget about how horrible my life is..... dancing and singing

End of Flashback

This song reminded me of that flashback. I started to cry thinking about how the song reminded me of my dad.

I sometimes wish I had my dad back sometimes. Or maybe my mom, if she could change back to her old self. Not the person that she is now.

I miss my dad sometimes, but I know he's a bad person and shouldn't want him back.

P.S. sorry about how poorly written this is, I know I'm a horrible writer.