Clark has been in a state of confusion and near dismay, if he could admit it, for nearly a year. He made up his mind that he should move to Austin from Dallas because he was trying to pursue a career in music. He was a singer/songwriter/guitarist who also played the piano. He love music and can’t remember a time in his life when he wasn’t playing something. His parents frequently tell stories of him at two years old trying to climb up on the piano bench. When someone would seat him one it he would go to town on the keyboard. Of course he wasn’t actually playing anything, but sometimes it almost sounded like he was. And he could mimic the chords his mother would demonstrate for him. She was a skilled pianist and would play the piano when she was pregnant as well as play it for him he was in his crib. Most babies wake up in the middle of the night and cry to be picked up or fed, Clark would wake up and cry to hear the piano. Yes, those were stories his parents, particularly his mother, would love to tell.
Dallas was Clark’s home. He was born there and grew up in the same house in which he first arrived from the hospital. He moved out into his own apartment last year, which brought him to the greater consideration of major life circumstance needs. He loved the Dallas Cowboys and couldn’t imagine life without his weekly seafood sandwich fix at St. Pete’s Dancing Marlin. He imagined his life as a successful musician and what it would be like to someday return to Dallas and stay in one of the local hotels. He started to imagine this every time he passed one of the hotels and he started to feel like he was only there visiting. He would walk past the West End Pub and imagine himself to play there as a special appearance when he returned. Slowly he knew it was time for him to leave. He considered by Los Angeles and Austin and finally chose Austin. He even had a friend there who was willing to rent him a room. Clark prepared to announce his final decision when he was home for dinner that night.
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