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Post by Alex Vipond on Aug 4, 2015 16:15:30 GMT -8
Phonecall from ATX #
It rolled to voicemail, could have been from not in good reception. But when Alex heard the VM he would instantly recognize the voice.
"Hey Brother, This is not a joke.. or a trick. Its really me. I was dead..but.. apparently others decided it wasn't my time. Im Back. Ill be around to see you soon and we will talk about everything. I got more things to take care of. Ill call you again soon. Much love, hermano"
Phone call ended.
When Alex finally sat down in the control room and got to checking his voice mail, he dropped the phone, literally. It hit the carpeting between his feet and skittered off under the couch as he accidentally kicked it while trying to retrieve it. The voice mail was still playing as he reached under the couch trying to find the phone, and finally he lifted the thing to get to his wayward device. After listening to it three more times, he sat back, staring off across the room, the questions posed by those who worked in the studio ... weren't ignored so much as they weren't even heard. Alex's mind was moving at light speed, in so many different directions, he couldn't move, couldn't think. How long he sat there like that was anyone's guess.
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