Chri'Auna Brown
Joined May 2021
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“Something magical alway happens when the reader becomes the writer.”
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The Lute Player's Wife
“Georgia, they're ready for you!” The stage assistant peeked her head into my dressing room where my makeup artist Cierra was putting the finishing touches on my eye shadow. I smiled weakly still feeling nervous but I slid my body from the salon chair and followed the stage assistant to the production area. Cameras were everywhere and a big bright stage setting with two blue sofa chairs and a blue ottoman in the middle. I sat in my seat and rubbed the top of my necklace. A silver cross necklace with silver jewels running down the middle. A Christmas gift from my late husband. Reid Pho.
By Chri'Auna Brown3 years ago in Earth