world music awards rehearsals, los angeles (august 31, 2005)
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prologue.
august 2005
“How many times have I told you to–”
At the shrill voice of her mother, ten year old Elba leapt to her feet. Her mouth was stained pink, so there was no hiding the evidence that she’d gorged herself on the summer fruit. But it was not the lack of strawberries her mother’s furious eyes burned holes through, no, it was the bright white bunny that began scurrying back into the thick brush and bushes of their land. The rough and calloused hands of Lori San Luis grasped at her daughter’s tender shoulders, “Where did you find that rabbit, ladybug? Where did it come from?”
“I–” Elba was caught off guard, but the pet-name brought comfort. Her body went as soft as her brown eyes were, “She was napping in the rows. I think she ate one too many strawberries, like me.” She felt awfully tired herself after all the snacking underneath the beating sun with a new bunny pal.
“Ira!” Lori screeched from their backyard, “It’s happened again!”
Her mousy dad appeared at the screen door of their porch, shovel and bag held in hands. After that, her parents' voices dropped to whispers. The last thing she heard her mom say with great clarity was, “We don’t need that anymore.”
“What’s happened, momma?” They didn’t hear the curious voice of their daughter during the intense conversation, but Elba was sent to her room moments later, as expected. It’s what she preferred. She really did feel protected when her parents chose to argue in private rather than in Elba’s presence. She supposed she was taking too long to get to her room, because Lori closed her daughter’s door shut behind her abruptly. But on the other side of the door with chipping paint, her mother reminded her, “Stay out of my damn bushes! You know they’re rent.”
Mom was right. Without those berries, she might’ve not had the headphones that got her through afternoons like this. Elba snapped the oversized headphones on her head, hit play on the disc player, then laid back into the air mattress to enjoy the music.
She dozed off after her favorite song of the moment, My Girl, played and was awoken in time for dinner, her pops sitting at the end of her bed. He was always the one to come check on her. He always relayed the news that they were having her favorite for dinner. And Elba’s brows would shoot up in surprise, “You were able to make pineapple salsa for the–”
Ira’s grin almost fell, but he couldn’t let the tears shed in front of his only daughter. In front of his true saving grace, “For your fish tacos, indeed. Get washed up. It’s already on the table.” And up she was, first throwing her long arms around her dad in a tight hug. Mom would pop up after dinner, mid-dessert, with kind eyes and kind hugs, too.
“My girl, my girl, my girl
Talkin' 'bout my girl
My girl,” Lori would sing before bedtime, brushing out Elba’s hair.
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"The Space Shuttle Discovery hitched a ride on NASA's modified Boeing 747 Shuttle Carrier Aircraft for the flight from the Dryden Flight Research Center in California, to Kennedy Space Center, Florida, on August 19, 2005. The cross-country ferry flight to return Discovery to Florida after its landing in California will take two days, with stops at several intermediate points for refueling. Space Shuttle Discovery landed safely at NASA's Dryden Flight Research Center at Edwards Air Force Base in California at 5:11:22 a.m. PDT, August 9, 2005, following the very successful 14-day STS-114 return to flight mission."
Date: August 19, 2005
NASA ID: EC05-0166-37
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On this day, August 29
In 2005: My Chemical Romance released the single "The Ghost of You", the fourth and final single from their second studio album, "Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge". (🖤)
Stream "The Ghost of You" here!
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album signing session, new york (august 29, 2005)
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