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Authors: Tara Taylor

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Through Indigo's Eyes (35 page)

“Thanks, Nathan,” I said.

“I told you I'd come,” he replied.

With only an hour to get ready and drive to the animal shelter, I had to forget about my dream. Today was the big debut of the Bad Girls, and I had to shower, do my hair, and rehearse my song. I was going early to set up with the girls then I would watch while they did four songs. I was playing the final song.

“Dad and I are coming to watch,” said Mom at breakfast. “Do you need a ride?”

“Nope.” I swigged some orange juice and put my glass in the dishwasher. “Lacey is going to drive me.”

“I'm so glad you girls are friends again.”

I smiled. “Me too.” I kissed my mother's cheek just as I heard Lacey honking. Then I picked up my guitar case and headed outside.

As soon as I got in the car, I noticed that Lacey had her silver necklace on. I had given it back, untangled, and she had readily accepted. I think she'd worn it every day since. We didn't talk until she had backed out of the driveway and was driving forward. Lacey hated backing up. When we were on road she asked, “Is John coming today?”

I laughed. “Doubtful.”

“You guys break up for good? I saw you talking at school.”

I nodded. “Yup. We're done. What about you and Burke?”

“Yeah, we're done, too. I wasn't going to break up with him until he was better, but I just got accepted to Queens, and I've been recruited to play volleyball there, too.”

“That's awesome,” I said. “What did Burke say?”

“He wasn't too happy and thought I'd be better off being his ‘hockey girlfriend.' I think we both need a clean break. A fresh start. Maybe one day we'll get back together. Who knows? You think John and you will ever get back on track?”

“He's got a lot to work on, and so do I. Tell me more about Queens.”

“I'm pretty stoked. We're going for a school visit next week. I'm so excited. What are your plans for next year?” she asked.

For a few seconds, I glanced out the window, at the trees whizzing by me. They were kind of like my life; everything just whizzing by without any direction in mind. Soon the trees would have leaves, and the lilacs would bloom, and the colorful tulips would brighten the world. And what would I do?

I glanced at Lacey and shrugged. “I have no idea. Get a job, live in the Glebe. Travel. Or …” I turned the radio up and made my hand into a pretend microphone and sang along with the pop song that was blasting through the speakers. Lacey started laughing, and I continued singing. When the song ended, seconds later, I said, “I could always star in a rock band.”

“Whatever you do, you'll be awesome,” said Lacey. “Don't give up on who you are,” she said. Then she held up her hand. “Promise.”

I gently slapped her hand. “Promise.”

But could I
really
promise that? I had no idea how to be who I was. Could I use my visions to actually help people every day? So far everything I'd done had been a fluke.

“I'm excited to hear you sing,” said Lacey, interrupting my thoughts.

My stomach did a somersault. “I'm so nervous,” I said.

“You'll be great,” said Lacey.

More than a hundred people showed up to the fund-raiser, and I sat at the back listening to the girls play. They sounded awesome—like, really awesome. Somehow, they had raised enough money to buy an incredibly good microphone, and Sarah's raspy rock voice shook the place. All the songs were upbeat and more or less kid-friendly. There were silent auction items set up on tables, and people milled about, looking at everything while listening to the music. Little kids danced in front of the stage, and it was so cute to watch.

I was watching the band so intently that I didn't hear the woman beside me until she said, “Buddy, no.”

I looked down to see the cutest little dog, jumping in front of me, tongue hanging out, tail wagging. The woman pulled on his leash. “Sorry,” she said. “I just got him from the shelter yesterday.”

I looked at the dog and smiled. He was definitely the same dog I'd seen that day in Denny's. I immediately got down on one knee and gave the dog a big hug. “I know who you are, and you are soooo cute.” He licked my cheek, and I grinned. His eyes weren't sad anymore; he had a home.

The woman walked away, Buddy straining on the leash, panting, happy to be alive, just as Sarah finished singing the fourth song. When the last chord was played, she motioned for me to come up on the small stage with them.

“Break a leg,” whispered Lacey.

Butterflies swarmed my stomach. Then I remembered Nathan telling me I was like a butterfly, free to fly. I approached the stage and slipped my guitar over my shoulder, letting it hang comfortably in front of me. When I looked out, I saw my mom and dad, Brian and Lacey. No John.

We played the intro, then I stepped up to the microphone and started singing. The words flowed out of my mouth. At first I did what I always did with this song—I sang to John. But about halfway through, I suddenly realized the words weren't for him anymore. They were for me. I was the breath.

I needed to breathe for me, not for him.

I was put on the earth and given breath for a reason. I had the ability to make a difference, even if I didn't know what that difference was yet.

Soon
, said my soothing man's voice.
Soon you will find out
.

About the
Authors

Tara Taylor
is an internationally known intuitive counselor, spiritual teacher, and motivational speaker. She has been featured in newspapers and on radio and television, and has helped many people through her workshops, seminars, and public speaking. Tara counsels people of all ages and guides professional intuitives and children with clairvoyant gifts, as well as friends and family who need help understanding these special children. She is president and CEO of Whitelight Wellness, as well as Sacred Space, a wellness center located in western Canada, and co-founder of the Just Say Yes seminars. Tara attended St. Paul's University, studying world religions, theology, and pastoral counseling. She is also an Integrated Energy Therapy® Master/Instructor, and a Usui/ Tibetan Reiki master. Tara is one of the contributing authors to the Amazon bestseller
Manifest Success: The Ultimate Guide to Creating the Life of Your Dreams.

Visit:
www.tarataylor.ca
and
www.throughindigoseyes.com

Lorna Schultz Nicholson
has been a television co-host and reporter, radio host and reporter, community theater actor, fitness coordinator, and rowing coach. Now she is a full-time writer who has published both fiction and nonfiction. Her list includes children's picture books, middle grade readers, young adult fiction, and nonfiction sports books for all ages. She has written more than 20 award-winning books, including
Roughing
(Lorimer, 2004) and
Northern Star
(Lorimer, 2006). Her books have been nominated for the Red Cedar Award, the Golden Eagle Award, and the Diamond Willow Award. Her nonfiction 2010 Olympic book,
Home Ice
(Fenn, 2009), was on the
Globe and Mail
bestseller list for many months and was a top-selling sports book during the 2010 Olympics in Vancouver. Lorna divides her time between Calgary and Penticton, where she and her husband share their homes with their crazy golden retriever, Snowball, and whiny bichon–shih tzu, Molly.

Visit:
www.lornaschultznicholson.com
and
www.throughindigoseyes.com
.

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