MYSONGWITHKATIEISFINALLYPRODUCED.
So.
Yeah.
Big day.
For those of you that don't know, a few months ago I tweeted a Youtube recording of one of my original songs to a famous country female artist, Katie, and her producer called me a few days later and asked if they could produce it on their next album. UM. YEAH.
So since then I haven't heard much about the song.... and then..... today, I went out to get the mail... and there was a package... from Red River Studios.... AND THE STUDIO TRACK OF MY SONG WAS IN THERE.
I bawled. BAWLED.
Dreams come true!!!!
With love,
Erika
Thursday, June 28, 2012
Sunday, June 24, 2012
We Laughed Until We Cried
Ahhhhh. You know. Life is really good. Really good. It can't be perfect, but it's really good. Yup. Why? Because I finally saw her. Spent the night with her. My angel, my beautiful Vivian. Just thinking about her makes me smile. We went and saw Chris Young last night. I was so afraid she wasn't going to be able to make it again. We met up in the lobby of the Marriott hotel behind the Gallivan Center, and sitting there waiting for her, I was just praying, and praying, and praying that she would come. I was looking through our texts when my dad said he saw her, and looking up, there she was, black hat, sunglasses, in all of her glory. Said I looked cute - victory moment there. We walked around to the front of the plaza and got it, walked around for a bit then went to listen to one of the opening acts. Then we went and she got some food and a Coke, and walked around a little more. She kept trying to get me to eat but I was too excited to think about food.
We went back to the stage and found a spot to sit on the grass near the back of the venue. We sat and listened to Jon Pardi and Due West for a little while. We talked about how I'm coming with the whole singing thing and asked about my guitar. I told her, you know, I haven't played in months, maybe even close to a year now. She kept telling me I need to keep doing guitar. But being the person I am, I told her it's not worth it since I'm not good at it, and totally lied and said I didn't like it anymore.
Later on Due West performed When the Smoke Clears. Ugh. Last time I heard that, well, you don't want to know. But it's a special song that strikes a unhealed wound pretty hard. I sat and hugged her, because it was all I could do to keep from crying, and I didn't want to cry. She said I seemed awfully heavy, and asked what was wrong. Me, being Little Miss who you are is so much more than you like to talk about, just stared at the ground and hugged her, because I knew, if I started telling her what was on my mind, I would break. And I wasn't gonna cry. So she just kept talking to me. Saying she keeps wondering what I'm missing. There's a part of me missing. I told her usually that part lies with her. But even when I'm with her, she's right, I don't feel complete. I never feel complete these days. She asked me if I knew what it is I'm missing, and I think I do, but for now, I told her I'd let her know when I find it.
When Chris Young finally took the stage we went to the front of the venue and got a spot behind a bunch of tall people... so I could only see when this lady in front of me shifted spots, which wasn't often. It was okay though. All I cared about is being with her. We just sat there and hugged. Just hugged. Or held hands. Or something. Oh man, we were living. You know, most of the time, I'm the one hanging on her. But last night, there was one time, when she went ahead and put her arms around me. Instead of me putting my arms around her. That felt really good. Really, really good. Amazing, really. It just felt for a moment like she'd always be there for me, and always care.
When the concert was over she drove me to my grandparents house because she lives a few minutes away, and my dad could pick me up from there. She held my hand the entire drive. Almost a full 30 minutes, we sat, and sang, and held hands. That's the one thing I will always remember about last night. Not the concert. Not the music. Not the food or the dreams or the conversations. I'm gonna remember that time I spent with her. Just her. And whatever song was blaring on the radio. I barely looked at her the drive home, because whenever I did, I would think about leaving, and then I would feel myself start to shut down again, and cry. She makes me feel so alive. I hate leaving her.
We pulled into my grandparents drive and we just sat there staring at each other for a minutes. She told me to not look at her that way, because it would make her cry. I just laughed because I was on the edge of tears myself. We went inside and my dad hauled me out of there so fast it hurt. It was the fastest goodbye I've ever been a part of. She promised me she'd come see me sometime this week if she wasn't out of town. I made her promise, she said she'd be there. Later, when she texted me after I left, she said she was so excited to see me soon. Do you know how happy that makes me? That she doesn't hate spending time with me? On the ride home the Jason Aldean song We Laughed Until we Cried came on. I guess you can't hold back tears forever because that's when I lost it. I just kept thinking, you know, that's us. We laugh until we cry.
I got home that night around midnight and went straight to my room, grabbed my guitar and ran outside so I wouldn't wake the house. I played it for the first time in months, and sat there and sobbed. You know. I owe so much to that girl. She's the reason I still believe in myself, believe in my dreams.
I've often referred to Vivian as a mother to me, but you know, she's so much more than that. She's the most amazing person I've ever met. She's strong, she's brave, she's committed, she's everything I look up to. I hope she knows that. I hope she knows how much she means to me. How much I love her. I love her more than I could ever say. She's so beautiful, so perfect. I love her. I can't wait to see her again. I can't wait. She's my girl. My beautiful girl that truly loves me.
With Love, as always,
Little Miss Erika
We went back to the stage and found a spot to sit on the grass near the back of the venue. We sat and listened to Jon Pardi and Due West for a little while. We talked about how I'm coming with the whole singing thing and asked about my guitar. I told her, you know, I haven't played in months, maybe even close to a year now. She kept telling me I need to keep doing guitar. But being the person I am, I told her it's not worth it since I'm not good at it, and totally lied and said I didn't like it anymore.
Later on Due West performed When the Smoke Clears. Ugh. Last time I heard that, well, you don't want to know. But it's a special song that strikes a unhealed wound pretty hard. I sat and hugged her, because it was all I could do to keep from crying, and I didn't want to cry. She said I seemed awfully heavy, and asked what was wrong. Me, being Little Miss who you are is so much more than you like to talk about, just stared at the ground and hugged her, because I knew, if I started telling her what was on my mind, I would break. And I wasn't gonna cry. So she just kept talking to me. Saying she keeps wondering what I'm missing. There's a part of me missing. I told her usually that part lies with her. But even when I'm with her, she's right, I don't feel complete. I never feel complete these days. She asked me if I knew what it is I'm missing, and I think I do, but for now, I told her I'd let her know when I find it.
When Chris Young finally took the stage we went to the front of the venue and got a spot behind a bunch of tall people... so I could only see when this lady in front of me shifted spots, which wasn't often. It was okay though. All I cared about is being with her. We just sat there and hugged. Just hugged. Or held hands. Or something. Oh man, we were living. You know, most of the time, I'm the one hanging on her. But last night, there was one time, when she went ahead and put her arms around me. Instead of me putting my arms around her. That felt really good. Really, really good. Amazing, really. It just felt for a moment like she'd always be there for me, and always care.
When the concert was over she drove me to my grandparents house because she lives a few minutes away, and my dad could pick me up from there. She held my hand the entire drive. Almost a full 30 minutes, we sat, and sang, and held hands. That's the one thing I will always remember about last night. Not the concert. Not the music. Not the food or the dreams or the conversations. I'm gonna remember that time I spent with her. Just her. And whatever song was blaring on the radio. I barely looked at her the drive home, because whenever I did, I would think about leaving, and then I would feel myself start to shut down again, and cry. She makes me feel so alive. I hate leaving her.
We pulled into my grandparents drive and we just sat there staring at each other for a minutes. She told me to not look at her that way, because it would make her cry. I just laughed because I was on the edge of tears myself. We went inside and my dad hauled me out of there so fast it hurt. It was the fastest goodbye I've ever been a part of. She promised me she'd come see me sometime this week if she wasn't out of town. I made her promise, she said she'd be there. Later, when she texted me after I left, she said she was so excited to see me soon. Do you know how happy that makes me? That she doesn't hate spending time with me? On the ride home the Jason Aldean song We Laughed Until we Cried came on. I guess you can't hold back tears forever because that's when I lost it. I just kept thinking, you know, that's us. We laugh until we cry.
I got home that night around midnight and went straight to my room, grabbed my guitar and ran outside so I wouldn't wake the house. I played it for the first time in months, and sat there and sobbed. You know. I owe so much to that girl. She's the reason I still believe in myself, believe in my dreams.
I've often referred to Vivian as a mother to me, but you know, she's so much more than that. She's the most amazing person I've ever met. She's strong, she's brave, she's committed, she's everything I look up to. I hope she knows that. I hope she knows how much she means to me. How much I love her. I love her more than I could ever say. She's so beautiful, so perfect. I love her. I can't wait to see her again. I can't wait. She's my girl. My beautiful girl that truly loves me.
With Love, as always,
Little Miss Erika
Friday, June 22, 2012
Summer nights
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| Caroline's pants and mine, covered in chalk |
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| Caroline on a mechanical bull |
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| Joey, Caroline, and a I at Surf and Slurp |
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| Cassidy, Joey, Darla and I at the Manti Pageant |
Much love, as always,
Erika
Wednesday, June 20, 2012
Finally (:
I'm updating! It's been a long time since.. what? April? Was that really the last time I posted? Wow.
Well, a lot has happened since then. I am officially in high school, for one thing, and done with Centennial. I won't lie... I'm sad. I loved Middle School. I hate how everyone complains about Centennial. Like, come on, if you move schools to another country, it's gonna have the same problems. Mean kids, bad teachers, you might as well just stay away from it and enjoy the time you have. I'm gonna miss those great memories we made this year... Mock Trial, Library Aides, 4 periods with Thornock.... (;
Before the school year ended one of my best friends moved to California. We are still stuck like glue to each other. We've been sending letters back and forth all summer (: I miss you Shelly!!
Girls Camp was the week after we got out of school. It was amazing. It really was. Usually I just say that because I'm afraid of who might look at my blog and see me screwing Girls Camp... but really, honestly, it was one of the best weeks of my life. I cried, I laughed, I felt at home and protected. Sure, it was cold. Sure, it was dusty. Sure, it was miserable. But it was worth it.
Last week I went to see Toby Keith in concert. AMAZING. But depressing at the same time. I was supposed to go with Vivian, but sadly, a few days before she learned she had a training conference that extended to Thursday and she couldn't miss it. So, I went with my mom. It was really fun, we had a good time. Spent the night up in Salt Lake that night and partied the next day. It was pretty great.
Last night I got a special call. I really haven't talked much to Vivian since the concert in March. She called last night to thank me for a little note I sent her, just saying that I love her and stuff. I was playing Wii games with a bunch of my friends when she called, so I had to walk out to take it. They were all, what the heck, but I was too absorbed in my phone call to pay attention. We talked for a good few minutes. She called me her hero. I about bawled. AHK. HER HERO. That girl is soooooo much more than a friend. She's the one person that can make me feel perfect, just the way I am.
We're going to Chris Young this Saturday. EEEP. I don't even care about the concert, I just used it as an excuse to get a hug (: I can't wait.
Love you all!
Erika
Well, a lot has happened since then. I am officially in high school, for one thing, and done with Centennial. I won't lie... I'm sad. I loved Middle School. I hate how everyone complains about Centennial. Like, come on, if you move schools to another country, it's gonna have the same problems. Mean kids, bad teachers, you might as well just stay away from it and enjoy the time you have. I'm gonna miss those great memories we made this year... Mock Trial, Library Aides, 4 periods with Thornock.... (;
Before the school year ended one of my best friends moved to California. We are still stuck like glue to each other. We've been sending letters back and forth all summer (: I miss you Shelly!!
Girls Camp was the week after we got out of school. It was amazing. It really was. Usually I just say that because I'm afraid of who might look at my blog and see me screwing Girls Camp... but really, honestly, it was one of the best weeks of my life. I cried, I laughed, I felt at home and protected. Sure, it was cold. Sure, it was dusty. Sure, it was miserable. But it was worth it.
Last week I went to see Toby Keith in concert. AMAZING. But depressing at the same time. I was supposed to go with Vivian, but sadly, a few days before she learned she had a training conference that extended to Thursday and she couldn't miss it. So, I went with my mom. It was really fun, we had a good time. Spent the night up in Salt Lake that night and partied the next day. It was pretty great.
Last night I got a special call. I really haven't talked much to Vivian since the concert in March. She called last night to thank me for a little note I sent her, just saying that I love her and stuff. I was playing Wii games with a bunch of my friends when she called, so I had to walk out to take it. They were all, what the heck, but I was too absorbed in my phone call to pay attention. We talked for a good few minutes. She called me her hero. I about bawled. AHK. HER HERO. That girl is soooooo much more than a friend. She's the one person that can make me feel perfect, just the way I am.
We're going to Chris Young this Saturday. EEEP. I don't even care about the concert, I just used it as an excuse to get a hug (: I can't wait.
Love you all!
Erika
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