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  • She sat near the back of the low lit bar, wearing a black faux leather jacket and a fedora. Her face brightened when she saw me.

    "Thanks for coming so last minute. I got the urge to sing and the only open mic night around happened to be near you."

    I hugged her and told her any time. I'm happy to be there for a friend. Especially one I find so inspiring.

    With Te, it could be easy. She could just work her well-paid Corporate America day job and live the eat-sleep-spend routine like any good American. But at night she goes home, pours her heart out into songs about love and loss and plays at her piano until the neighbors have gone to bed. She's always dreamt of pursuing a music career, but instead of just dreaming it, she's singing it.

    Her voice is powerful and low, classic but edgy. Her stage presence is the right mix of silly, awkward and honest. And her friendship is so very giving, and always reliable.

    I'm proud to stand by her as she sings her song.
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