Dear Diary,
Monday night I performed at the Four. It was nice, because I did two old songs, and a new one. Same regular crowd for a little while, but then some new people showed up. After I did my songs, I went to the bar. I met a man named Jackson....that's really all I remember about him....except for the fact that he was exceedingly tall....and muscular....and could pass for Shanes brother. Kinda scary.....
I met another man that night, and this is really who I want to write about, Diary. His name is Michael Morris. I don't know his occupation, but he seems to be a very nice guy. Anyway, on the night he came, which was monday, he asked Mia if he could play his guitar. He seemed like a sweet guy so I asked him if he would like some company. I'd sing, and he could play. Well, he agreed and he played a beautiful Floyd song. I sang along and soon, believe it or not, we were lost in the sound of our own two abilities. It was alot of fun.
Tuesday was Erics funeral. I said some things and it was really great to see Diego, Rachel, Lindsay, and even Chris Meloni, there. I met Erics sister, Sarah, again. WE clung to eachother for support and we will most likely keep in touch.
A little later, I went to the theatre to perform as Pheobe in the webmaze theatre's version of friends. Very fun. I am a little bummed about missing the performance of Clue, as that one will be sweet, but I'll read it once I get back from Boston. After the play, I didn't feel very well, so I headed for home.
Last night was....strange to say the least. I was very late to work at the Four, so I rushed backstage and performed three new songs. I was giving the audiance a treat by singing a fourth, and interacting with them, when I noticed Eoin in the audiance. I actually froze. It was so Embarassing. I don't think anyone noticed though. Anyway, so after a little while, I felt like walking home. Michael asked me if I wanted a ride, but I declined saying the fresh air'd do me some good.
Mistake.
About seven men were lounging on a wall about six or seven blocks from the Four. I turned around and started to head back, but they followed, obviously looking for trouble. Michael showed up, and at that point, I was willing to take a ride. What I didn't know, however was that they were following us. Michael noticed right away and took off. They followed us, and soon, we had a chase on our hands. It got really bad, when Michael told me to take the gun out of his glove compartment. I was about to throw it out the window, when the men behind us fired a shot into Michaels back window, shattering it. At that moment, he spun around, full circle and, can you believe this, shot out one of their tires. Their car careened into a wall and we sped off. I made him pull over and I got out of the car, and walked into the gas station he had pulled in front of. My chest hurt very badly, so I called Barb and told her I was going to the Hospital. Michael was very persistent, however, and he, after waiting twenty minutes for the cab, ended up driving me to the hospital, and then he went home. The doctor has perscribed me new medication, and told me to take it easy on my "hectic life style."
Here is the thing, though. Michael is a very sweet guy. Had he come into my life seven years ago, things would be different. But my luck with men is sorley lacking and i don't want to take the chance again. I don't want anyone else getting hurt because of me. Eric died, and it was my fault. No one will die at my fault again. If that means avoiding Michael at all costs...then so be it.
Closes the Diary and lays her head on her pillow, thinking.
