You get to be any singer you choose and sing one song in a live concert

The year is 1973 and there’s a line outside the door. I’m in the dressing room. It’s shoddy, but as of now, I really don’t know any better. Clarence is sitting on the couch. His eyes are closed as his fingers on the sax work their way through the set list. I call the band …

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A vivid childhood memory from the child’s perspective

Today I turn five years old. I'm in a tie-dye one piece bathing suit sitting in the sand next to my cousin who has already been five for six months. It's the beginning of summer but the freckles on my cheeks and nose have already popped out. I reach over to my cousins hair and …