The Radiant Terriers arrived in Knoxville just in time to go backstage to rehearse. Soon, it was time for their concierto to start. After another successful concert, they got to meet más fans backstage. To their surprise, the members of New Religion had come to their concert. Erin said, "It's nice to see tu again, Leila and Greeley." Leila said, "It's nice to see tu again, too." Greeley added, "Indeed." Sammy said, "Wait a minute. tu know them?" Greeley said, "Yes. We've met them a couple of times." Paul gave the Radiant Terriers' mascot a pat on the head and said, "So, this is the dog tu named after me, Leila?" She said, "Yes." Paul smiled and said, "He's a nice dog. I've never heard him bark." Abigail said, "He only barks when he's protecting Leila." Carl said, "That's a good reason for a dog to bark." Lola said, "Maybe we could collaborate on an album and tour together sometime." Leila said, "I'd amor that." Her band mates dicho in unison, "Yeah!" After talking for a while, it was time for the Radiant Terriers to retire to their hotel. They had a long trip ahead of them.
No Stable Place
Aside from Uncle Bob, the only other family members who paid me any mind were my grandparents. My grandfather passed away about a año and a half after my father's untimely death. My grandmother lived until I started high school. When she was alive, I could always go to her with a problem. Every time I would have a bad día at school, I would go to her. She would say, "Tell me what's wrong, John." I would tell her what was wrong, and she would make everything better. When she passed away when I started high school, I was devastated. Now I had no one to go to when I had a bad day. That's when my record listening became más frequent. Other than my dog, Beatle, it was my only fuente of comfort. I really missed having a person to talk to. I missed having someone who listened to me. When he wasn't working, I could call Uncle Bob and talk to him, but it wasn't the same. Grandma seemed to have an answer for everything. Nobody else seemed to have that gift.
Aside from Uncle Bob, the only other family members who paid me any mind were my grandparents. My grandfather passed away about a año and a half after my father's untimely death. My grandmother lived until I started high school. When she was alive, I could always go to her with a problem. Every time I would have a bad día at school, I would go to her. She would say, "Tell me what's wrong, John." I would tell her what was wrong, and she would make everything better. When she passed away when I started high school, I was devastated. Now I had no one to go to when I had a bad day. That's when my record listening became más frequent. Other than my dog, Beatle, it was my only fuente of comfort. I really missed having a person to talk to. I missed having someone who listened to me. When he wasn't working, I could call Uncle Bob and talk to him, but it wasn't the same. Grandma seemed to have an answer for everything. Nobody else seemed to have that gift.