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“That would be lovely, Mom!”
“You always wanted to be a singer, but due to your disability, that is impossible. Would you like to start a record label?”
“Oh, my God…”
“You know you had it all before you decided to move away from home, Christina. Now, you can have it all again.”
“Will you really help me start my record label?”
“Hey, you know it!”
“Why don‘t I come over to your house and discuss the details?” “That is a great idea.”
“We are going to brainstorm what the record label will be like, and then you will call your attorney and ask him to help us.”
“I will do that. I will go pick you up in my van,” Heidi said and hung up.
Minutes later, Heidi arrived at Christina‘s house. Christina‘s brother, Heath got out of the van and helped Christina get into the van. Then, in a very short amount of time, they left the house.
“I have to move out of that house,” Christina said on her way to Heidi‘s house. “It has absolutely no commodities for handicapped people, and you guys have no idea how much I‘ve been suffering. I just wanted to be independent, but I couldn‘t have imagined in a million years that independence would cost me so much. I moved into that house before the car accident that changed my life forever.”
“How many times did our parents tell you not to move out? If you‘re with us, you‘ll have everything you need and more,” Heath said.
Everyone hugged.
Robinson and Kay were at work right now. Robinson was the president of the company and Kay was the vice president. Out of the blue, a fifteen-year-old songwriter came into the office and closed the door behind him without even being announced. He was just a songwriter and not an aspiring singer. “Hello,” the kid said, smiling.
Robinson just sat there, staring at him, openmouthed. “My receptionist didn‘t announce
you.”
“She wasn‘t there so I just came in,” he said, still smiling.
“You don‘t do that.”
The kid turned serious. “I‘m sorry, I…”
“I won‘t call security because something tells me that you brought me something good.” “If you don‘t want me here…” the young man said as he turned around to leave. Robinson got up. “I do want you here. I want what you brought me.” The young man turned around again. “Do you?”
“Yes, I do.”
The young man gave Robinson the sheets with the composed song and an audio CD with a file where he was singing the song.
Robinson took the CD in his hand. Then he opened the case, pulled out the CD and placed it in his CD player. He and the young man listened to the song together. Then, Robinson said, “This is great! Who did you write this song for?”
“That song is for anyone who will accept it.”