a forgotten poem, a lost home

Meg Sullavan, 38, voice coach

[brooksfeldmcn]

— who: anyone — when: Street Fair — where: Outside The Tin Roof

Walking through the fair, Brooks felt a little bit like he was back in Massachusetts. Crowds of people enjoying live music, hanging out on sidewalks surrounded by food stalls and small businesses. The only thing reminding him that he was not in fact back home was the heat. He tried walking out of his apartment in his lucky sweatshirt, desperate for every ounce of luck he could get for his first performance in the city he now called home later on, and immediately went back inside to swap it out for something else as soon as he felt the humidity. So now, he was walking through the streets of Nashville in his hand me down Hyannis Fire Department tshirt, which was just as lucky, having a grand old time with a beer in his hand, when someone spotted him.

Brooks Feldman loved meeting his fans, taking pictures and listening to how they connected to his music, but as this particular group walked away, he couldn't help but chuckle. Grabbing his beer off the spot on the ground he placed it before, he shoved dark curls out of his eyes as he looked at the person next to him. "It's always a little weird to me when peopel say they want to get my handwriting tattooed on them, y'know?" he said, taking a swig from the can in his hand. "Like I got shitty handwriting...that's going to be permanent."

[meg--sullavan]

Meg had been watching the spectacle of fans crowding over the man. The people watching at things like this was more enjoyable than participating for her. There was a part of her that did miss those kind of interactions. She never had anything at that level but there was a kind of high after a show and coming out stage door to see so many faces excited to see you. It was nice how the man seemed to take his time with them.

"I guess one of the pros of being illegible is that if they stop being a fan of yours then they can just make something else up for it," she offered with a smile. "Not that anyone would stop being fan," Meg quickly followed up like she just realized what she had said. "I'm sure anyone that dedicated enough to brand your name on them would find it to be worth the lifelong commitment."

[hayespcrter]

"Okay...it's a little funny," Hayes didn't have enough space for a dog, so when his friends ask him to walk their dogs, he jumped at the chance. Which is how he ended up seeing the entire situation unfold before him. A woman going for a walk in shoes that didn't suit the non paved path they were on falling hard enough that it sent the labrador beside him standing at attention. Moving closer, Hayes offered his free hand. "You say you lost your shoe?" He asked, holding a hand out to help her up. "You wanna double back to get it?"

[meg--sullavan]

"Mmm, well I guess if I can bring a little joy to you then it can make this all worth it," Meg shook her head feeling completely embarrassed. It was bad enough she felt completely out of her element but then to happen in front of someone, felt like the nail in the coffin of her outdoor adventures. Taking his hand, she pushed up from the ground. "Thank you," she said wiping herself off some though it didn't seem to do much good. "I don't know. Maybe I should take it as a sign. It's not so much a Cinderella story as imposter syndrome."

[malakaikeakoa]

Jayden couldn't help but raise an eyebrow as Meg recounted her misadventure. Her whining mixed with laughter was a unique combination that he remembered well. He leaned against a nearby tree, crossing his arms, and couldn't resist a playful smirk. "Well, well, well, Meg," Jayden said, trying to suppress a grin. "Looks like Mother Nature wanted to remind you just how adventurous the great outdoors can be. Getting one shoe swallowed by the mud? That's quite the feat! I guess it's safe to say your shoe had a stronger bond with nature than with you."

He chuckled softly and took a moment to appreciate the sight of Meg's mud-covered backside. "You know, I always thought mud facials were the latest beauty trend, but I must admit, you've taken it to a whole new level. I hope you saved some for me; we could start a spa business together." Jayden's teasing tone softened as he remembered their past adventures. "But hey, you can't blame yourself for wanting to step outside your comfort zone. Sometimes life throws mud at us, quite literally in your case, but it's all part of the experience. At least you have a story to tell now, right?"

[meg--sullavan]

"She only reminded me why I stay inside where there is air conditioning and showers," she gave a hopeless laugh. It was hard to be upset seeing his eyes shine with amusement. She missed that look more than she cared to admit. "Oh would you like some? I would be happy to share it right now. Why wait?" She stuck her hand out that had some mud on it, but stopped short of touching him. "That story being the way I embarrassed myself cause I don't know how to survive on a two-mile hike? Yeah, I think I'm going to skip that retelling," she rolled her eyes as her own self but was quick to look at him. "And you are not going to tell it either," she playfully warned him as they had some mutual friends from their time together.

[rhettxdutton]

Rhett was trying to enjoy himself at the street fair. He did have to have on hat and sun glasses. The way he normally was able to let himself enjoy the day without being stopped. He did love his fans but he wanted to be able to enjoy himself too. As he was wondering around he saw a friendly, well back of the head at the point of view that he had. He walked over to her and stood behind her. "Oh my god are you Meg Sullavan" he said putting one some fake accent to try and cover up his own, and it didn't go well he was no good at accents. Once she turned towards him he smiled at her. "Well hello there" he smiled and gave her a hug hello. "Looking at you making this street fair even more grand" he smiled. It was like Rhett he was friendly and wanted to make everyone feel better and smile.

@meg--sullavan

[meg--sullavan]

It was no secret that majority of days Meg's choice would to be curled up at home. Either reading a book or playing at her piano. Social events were something that she had to force herself to do the older she got. More than tempted to hide away in peace and quiet, but she was glad to force herself out to take it all in for a little. She was surprised to hear her name. Not many people in the area recognized her anymore. Confusion filled her features as she turned, but even with the put on voice, she knew that tall broad frame anywhere. "Oh my God, Rhett," she smiled as they hugged. "Mmm, well you know me," she gave her hair a little flick back. "Have to bring a little of that costal charm to class the place up," Meg chuckled. "Only way I would have expected to see you here would have been on that stage," she nodded back toward the entertainment area.

[meg--sullavan]

“No," Meg pointed at them to cut them off. "No, this is not funny.” There was a whine in her voice though she couldn’t completely hold back the smallest laugh. “I had to walk two miles back without one shoe that is now permanently stuck in the mud. So there goes that pair. And then I tried to get out but ended up falling on my butt and now look.” She turned slightly to show her muddy backside. "This is what I get for trying to be an outdoor girl for once. Never again," she put her hands up in surrender. "Next walk I take, I am sticking to a paved sidewalk that has a cafe within a minute of it."

[joylehnz]

joy lenz performing songs in my pocket . ( x )