Page 89 of Wasted Oil

This has to be good.

“What if we make this big announcement and reach out to small businesses all over even locals that have built around sorrow?” I stare off in front of me out my big floor to ceiling window trying to envision while she continues.

“So, when I came across their page I scoped out the website just reading what's in the products of course and I came across why they created it, and the stories are touching to the point where you just didn’t think it hit that deep. But what I’m saying is, I know we can find several small businesses that have built their dream based around self sorrow and that’s what your message is since you yourself fulfilled your dream from sorrow.” I nod my head smiling, seeing from the side of my peripherals she’s full blown invested.

"I mean obviously everyone has their own levels of hurt—" I want to tell her that I’m already sold but it’s things like this that make me so blessed to have her as my person.

"Sorrow is so easy to express but yet so hard to tell— this can be how we tell the world that they are heard and want to help.” She turns to me, stopping when she realizes she’s gone full ramble. I set my laptop down and bring her into a big hug.

"Alexandra ‘Goose’ Daniels, have I told you that you are a god?” We pull apart and she gives me the most smug smile flipping her hair.

"Maybe once or twice, but I’ll never grow tired of hearing it.” I playfully push her so she falls against the corner of the couch.

“Cálmate eres ególatra" We both laugh. That is a great idea though and I know some local places around here too.

I snap my fingers with another great idea tacked onto hers.

“I have the perfect idea involving the food trucks, kind of like tailgating outside the stadium before showtime!”

She claps her hands matching my enthusiasm.

“Oooooh and what if we did something to, like, let go of the pain set up barrels as like little fire pits and people can write down a confession or something they want to let go of and throw it in the fire and it can be a stand related for mental health awareness and we can call it Burning Barrels?”

I bring my fist to my mouth like we have struck gold.

“Omg are we about to throw the biggest Rally that's gonna be talked about forever?” My hands are now on top of my head just taking it all in, I turn to Al knowing we can’t do this all on our own.

“I think we are gonna need some reinforcements. I know the label is sponsoring the Concert part of the rally. I think we need to hire an event coordinator and there’s only one person that comes to mind.”

She’s already reaching for her phone.

"Say less babes, I’m on it.” She gets up walking to the balcony door and steps outside to make a call.

I stand up pacing a little back and forth. I’m only a little freaked out by the whole process of putting this together but I’m more than confident that it’s gonna turn out great.

I can’t believe it's happened. I did it.

I thought moving into my own place would make me truly believe it's real but it all feels like I’m in some sort of coma dreaming all this and one day I’ll wake up and it will all be gone. The moment of fulfillment won’t hit until I’m on that stage in the Nissan Stadium of Nashville, Tennessee.

Oh my fucking god, I’m performing in the same place as the Tennessee Titans.

I feel like I’m about to pass out. I need water or probably food because I haven’t eaten since that blueberry scone this morning. I really need to hurry up and get my place in order because this is just sad. I look like a bachelor pad with no real food, just snacks and finger foods.

I open the fridge door and grab some water. The sliding glass door opens back up and Alex walks towards me saying goodbye on the phone and ending the call.

“Alright, Sailor is in and she said she will get a contract together that you can give it to the label to approve and then we will FaceTime her tonight with all our ideas and such.” She explains while I’m mid gulp.

She opens her hand up asking for a drink so I hand it off saying.

"Perfect, I’ll let the label know but Goose I’m about to die of starvation let’s go get some food.” She chugs the last of the water walking to throw it away. I go to grab my purse and keys whenI’m stunned with what comes out of my best friend's mouth next.

"Vamos superestrella.” I pause with my jaw open as she puts her shades on then looks at me with her arms out saying what. I place my hand on my heart with my bottom lip in a happy pout.

"I’m so proud of you, Goose.” I say but quickly adding with my fingers all together touching my thumb

"But say it with me, E-stre-lla. You still gotta work on your R’s baby girl, it's gotta roll off the tongue.”

She slings her arm through her purse mocking the cheetah girls movie.

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