Post by Rick Henry on Jun 27, 2005 21:14:54 GMT -5
It's 9:45 p.m. Karen has just settled down to bed. She's getting an early start tomorrow in order to make it to LAX by ten in the morning.
Karen is lying in her silky lacey bed. Alone with her thoughts and the shadows in the darkness of her room.
"I'm so excited", Karen thinks as she lie there waiting to fall asleep. "but I'm also worried. I'm worried about Richard. He's there in Kansas alone. He really looked beat when I left him. I just hope it's not too late. I hope he's not depressed. Maybe I shouldn't do this solo album. Maybe I need to wait. This could throw Rich into depression and he'll take more pills. I just can't go on and be a success without Richard. It would kill him.
I just don't know what to do. Do I record this album I really want to do it. But I don't want to hurt Richard or upset my mom. And there's my mom. Oh goodness. Why does she complicate things so much? Why, why, why?"
By now Karen is weeping in her bed as she continues thinking on, "Why? Where is the answer? What do I do? Where do I go?"
Karen turned on her side and took in a deep breath.
"Oh dear God," she prays in her mind, "Please help me. I am so confused. My family, my career, my crazy career, the fans, the photographers. The demands, all the noise. Maybe Richard is right. Maybe I do need to go on an extended vacation. Dear God, I am so sorry for the way I treat my mom. I really do want to relate to her better. But I have such a hard time with her. It's almost impossible for me to talk with her without getting into an argument. That's all I want in my life right now, God, is to have a good relationship with my mom."
Karen is slowly drifting off to sleep. Her last conscious thought was back on whether she should record the solo album or not.
Karen is lying in her silky lacey bed. Alone with her thoughts and the shadows in the darkness of her room.
"I'm so excited", Karen thinks as she lie there waiting to fall asleep. "but I'm also worried. I'm worried about Richard. He's there in Kansas alone. He really looked beat when I left him. I just hope it's not too late. I hope he's not depressed. Maybe I shouldn't do this solo album. Maybe I need to wait. This could throw Rich into depression and he'll take more pills. I just can't go on and be a success without Richard. It would kill him.
I just don't know what to do. Do I record this album I really want to do it. But I don't want to hurt Richard or upset my mom. And there's my mom. Oh goodness. Why does she complicate things so much? Why, why, why?"
By now Karen is weeping in her bed as she continues thinking on, "Why? Where is the answer? What do I do? Where do I go?"
Karen turned on her side and took in a deep breath.
"Oh dear God," she prays in her mind, "Please help me. I am so confused. My family, my career, my crazy career, the fans, the photographers. The demands, all the noise. Maybe Richard is right. Maybe I do need to go on an extended vacation. Dear God, I am so sorry for the way I treat my mom. I really do want to relate to her better. But I have such a hard time with her. It's almost impossible for me to talk with her without getting into an argument. That's all I want in my life right now, God, is to have a good relationship with my mom."
Karen is slowly drifting off to sleep. Her last conscious thought was back on whether she should record the solo album or not.