57- Raeanne

I agreed to go out on a date with Dalton. And like everything else in my life, I began overanalyzing the decision the second the words were out.

Did I really need to be distracting myself with this… whatever this was, when my business and my life in general were teeter-tottering on the edge of a cliff like that balloon house in Up?

The high from the kiss lasted a while. Like a few days, actually. But lingering behind the tense and giddy infatuation I felt was worry. My time with Dalton at the studio had come so immediately after the devastating conversation with my father, and in some weird way they were mixing together in my head, in my heart.

For so long I’d thought my daddy supported me totally. Hadn’t he been at every single performance I’d ever done? Hadn’t he been the father with the biggest bouquet and the matching smile? When had things changed? He had not been pleased when I’d gone to the local community college for my associate’s so I could keep the studio running while I st