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b'Story: The Tale of DJ Flip - Amarah 2
Story by: Gail Nobles \\xa9 2022
Computer Illustration by: Gail Nobles

AMARAH was someone in DJFlip\\u2019s past. Whenever he would look into her eyes, he would become spellbound, and she was hoping that he recognized her. But she knew that he didn\\u2019t because Flip thought that she had died. They were friends in the elementary school years.

Amarah: We\\u2019ll, I guess I better be going Flip. Thanks for letting me be on your show.

Flip: OK umm, my pleasure. You may come back again any time.

Amarah: Can I ask you a question?

Flip: Sure.

Amarah: What\\u2019s your real name?

Flip: Jeffrey

Amarah: Jeffrey-Jeffrey who?

Flip: Jeffrey Johnson.

Amarah: ( Yea, he\\u2019s the guy). Where did you get this key from lying on the table.

Flip: Oh, that\\u2019s nothing Amarah. Just an old key.

Amarah: Na, it\\u2019s not just an old key.

Amarah: That empty case on the wall. Hmm

Flip: That\\u2019s just an empty case on a wall where I kept an old record.

Amarah: Na, not just an empty case on a wall where you kept an old record.

Flip: So what is it then?

Amarah: C\\u2019mon Flip. I\\u2019m from the music business, and the maker behind that record, and this key, and that case is not in the business. I know the label on that record.

Flip: Well, the record is gone. All my record collection with it. I wouldn\\u2019t want it back. None of it.

Amarah: Then it might be a new beginning for you. You can start over. Here! Get rid of this key. Bury it. Oh! One more thing. Can I stop by tomorrow? I got something you might want to check out.

Flip: Sure you can.

Amarah: You okay? Hey! Cheer up!

Narrator: The next day: Amarah went to see DJ Flip. Carrying a small briefcase. When she walked into Flip\\u2019s station, she began to open up to him.

Amarah: You don\\u2019t remember me do you?

Flip: Yea, you were the young lady that came to see me yesterday.

Amarah: I\\u2019m talking about from kindergarten to \\u2026 fifth grade?

Flip: No, you\\u2019re not that same Amarah. You died.

Amarah: No, I didn\\u2019t die. I swam. I made it. I stayed hidden from the bad guys. They\\u2019re all dead now.

Flip: I cried and shedded so many tears over you most of my life.

Amarah: I\\u2019m sorry but I couldn\\u2019t see you anymore. It was too much of a risk. I never forgot about you. I waited until I could put those guys in checkmate.

Narrator: Amarah then pulled out a chess piece. It was the bishop.

Amarah: Remember Jeffrey how we use to play. I\\u2019ve started my own record company. More bad guys might come. Do you want to collaborate? Don\\u2019t worry about what you\\u2019ve lost.

Flip: I can\\u2019t do it Amarah. I\\u2019m not a business type of person.

Amarah: Yes, you can. You have your own radio station. You\\u2019ve got great mind power. Think on it. Take this chess piece.If you look under the bottom, it\\u2019s a key. Keep it and don\\u2019t forget to throw that other one away. It\\u2019s a key to a strange & dark land, but the one I\\u2019m giving you is the key to a hard and bumpy road starting out. But it will get you where you want to be. Think on it & remember me.

Narrator: Amarah walked out of DJ Flip\\u2019s station a confident woman knowing she could conquer her enemies, and she knew more would come spiritually and physically. Amarah was ready to collaborate with DJ Flip. \\u2026

The Tale of DJ Flip
AMARAH
By: Gail Nobles
Copyright \\xa9 2022'