[center][color=fff200][h1]Location: Local Coffee Shop[/h1][/color][/center]


[color=2e3192][center][h1]Caroline Dawson[/h1][/center][/color]

It was around mid-morning Caroline was in her lite-green workout gear with her white Nikes as she enjoyed sipping a chai-latte while scrolling through her phone sitting at a table in a busy coffee shop. She was reading the postings from the station's social media page about her return last night. There were several postings and most of them were encouraging her and welcoming her back. Of course, there were a few that encouraged her to take a few extra pain-killers with Vodka but they weren't of concern to Caroline. The ones she was focused in on were the ones about her performance. She knew it would take time for her to get back into the swing of things and she reclaimed her title as "the queen of the nighttime airwaves." As a general rule, she hated that phrase but the marketing department at the station liked it and it worked for the station as helping establish their place in the market. The postings on her performance were overall good. The listeners could tell she was a bit nervous, and the self-confidence wasn't exactly on-par with her usual standards. However they did note a certain strength that was showing up that hadn't been there before, and that by the end of the night it felt like she was coming back to them. 

Just then a red-headed gentleman wearing a red polo and gray cargo shorts approached her table. He asked, "Reading last night's reviews?"

Caroline looked up and replied, "[color=00aeef]You were the one who told me to not be afraid. Have a seat Nick[/color]." The Nick in question was Dr. Nick Rivers a psychiatrist that Bob-O recommended to Caroline. She was resistant at first, because Caroline was fairly well known in the area and she didn't want to be a distraction to Nick. So he agreed to meet with her in the coffee shop. Nick sat down and said to a waitress passing by, "I'll take a grande double espresso mocha with whipped cream." The waitress wrote down the order and nodded as she walked away. 

Nick said, "Heard you last night."

As Caroline took a sip she raised an eyebrow and Nick continued, "First half-hour you sounded almost afraid of making a mistake and that showed in your music choices, and what you said. By the end of that time you began to sound like you were letting things come to you and you were more focused in on providing a service rather than living up to an image. Your last hour..." Nick smiled and said, "You were kicking ass all over that studio. What did you think of it?"    

Caroline nodded and said, "[color=00aeef]Well I admit I was scared out of my skull, but then I decided it was time to move forward.[/color]" Caroline put her cup down and said, "[color=00aeef]When my mom found out that she had cancer she gave herself about an hour of anger and sadness and then realized that she had people willing to help her and that we still loved her. I have people who love me here and want to see me recover from this.[/color]" Caroline exhaled and said, "[color=00aeef]I mainly thought of my mom and once I let those thoughts guide me I began to...[/color]" She smiled and said, "[color=00aeef]Feel like me again. I know that things are going to be a roller coaster for a while, but I've at least gotten through the first hill." [/color]

The two of them then sipped their drinks as they continued their conversation. Every now and then someone would approach Caroline for an autograph or selfie request. Usually Caroline hated giving up an anonymity but in this case she didn't. Not to mention the encouragement she got from people passing by also made her feel better. After about an hour Nick stood up and said, "Okay how about Saturday in the park down by the statue of Tyler Pearson 11 am?"

Caroline smiled and raised her cup as she said, [color=00aeef]"I'll be there."[/color]

Nick left and Caroline continued scrolling through her phone as she enjoyed her drink.