EPILOGUE

The band clapped for me after rehearsal.

"Congrats Brace, you still got it!" said Rod who's playing the acoustic guitar.

“Thank you, can I try one last time?”

"Sure."

I closed my eyes to feel the melody and started to sing.

How I miss singing.

I was really glad and grateful with their decision. I can’t quite imagine if they chose that surgery with the certainty that I would survive. I just think I can't sing, I can't.

After my last rehearsal a round of applause prevailed.

It's the groom in white coming towards me.

“Congratulations Rod! Finally. The accident was still a blessing in disguise, ”I said as...