I was only about five years old when I first laid eyes on her - two braids instead of the one she usually puts her hair into nowadays. She wore a red plaid dress and seemed awfully perky, I couldn’t help but stare. My father’s hand tapped my shoulder, swiftly pointing in the pretty girl’s direction. “See that little girl? I wanted to marry her mother, but she ran off with some coal miner.” said my dad as my eyes widened. “A coal miner? Why did she want a coal miner if she could’ve had you?” I replied in disbelief. My father sighed, bending down to me. “Because when he sings… even the birds stop to listen” he said.
The school bell rang and I looked up at him, nervous but yet, still excited. He gave me a tight hug, “See you at home son and remember, if you ever fall in love with that little girl.. You will never regret it.” I actually didn’t understand what he was trying to tell me but it seemed motivating, so I kept my dad’s advice & worlds of wisdom in mind. Running inside the school, I blended with the other kids as we piled into the Music Hall. My best friend Alex called me from a seat near the stage.