When my boss forced me onto that stage after his friend’s disaster of a concert, he thought he was humiliating me. He had no idea he was about to hand me the key to everything I’d ever dreamed of.
My name is Kleo, and three years ago, I was just another waitress trying to make ends meet. I worked at M’s Grill, a local restaurant that tried way too hard to be trendy but somehow always fell short.
The pay wasn’t great, but when you added in tips, I was making more money than I ever could have in my actual field.
You see, I’d gone to college for music education.
Spent four years studying voice, learning theory, and dreaming of teaching kids to love music the way I did.
But life had other plans.
Student loans piled up like dirty dishes in a busy kitchen. My mother passed away when I was 26, leaving me with a mountain of medical debt and a father who needed more care than he’d ever admit.
Dad had been diagnosed with early-onset Parkinson’s two years after Mom died.
He tried to hide how bad it was getting, but I saw the way his hands shook when he thought I wasn’t looking. I saw him struggle with buttons that used to be easy.
He needed me, and I needed money.
Fast.
So, I traded my dreams of teaching music for serving burgers and fries. I told myself it was temporary, just until I could get my head above water.
But temporary has a way of becoming permanent when you’re drowning in bills.
Don’t get me wrong. I wasn’t completely miserable.
I found joy in small things.
The way Mrs. Parker always left me a $5 tip, even when she only ordered coffee. The sound of Dad laughing at his favorite TV show when I got home from late shifts.
The satisfaction of balancing my budget each month and seeing that we could actually pay rent.
Life wasn’t perfect, but I was making it work.
Everything was going along just fine until Todd, my boss, came bouncing into the kitchen one Tuesday afternoon with a grin.
Todd was the kind of guy who thought he was everyone’s best friend, but mostly just annoyed people. When he got excited about something, it usually meant extra work for the rest of us.
“We’ve got a special event tonight,” he said excitedly. “My buddy Liam’s in town.
He’s an old friend with an amazing voice. Used to sing with real pros. Treat him like royalty.”
I looked up from the silverware I was polishing.
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