when i was sixteen, i left a halloween party/sleepover 'cause i was feeling sick. the road was slick, and when i hit that hairpin curve (which has, by now, been corrected), i must've hit the brake a little too hard. i only remember waking up sitting on the roof on my mom's car, which was upside-down and facing the wrong way in the ditch. my top right front tooth had been almost completely broken off, and my lower right front tooth had been chipped and pushed back a bit. all i could think was "i'll never be able to sing again." only when i verbalized this to my friend and her boyfriend who stopped and picked me up on their way back from hardee's, it came out, "i'll never be able to thing again." her boyfriend, who is now her husband and father of their two kids, still teases me about that. he thought i was simply delirious 'cause he didn't know i was a singer to begin with.
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