Packed bags and stolen cars led me to a deserted gas station. While I was collecting my thoughts, a sudden, jarring noise shattered the silence, grabbing my focus. Two men rushed out of the gas station in a hurry, leaping into a car with a sense of urgency. The air resonated with their anxious voices as they grappled to get the vehicle running. Their urgency intrigued me, but it was one man's gaze that lingered—a depth like crashing waves, shared in an instant. That day, Bobbie's gaze granted me the look every woman yearns for.

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Amid his intense eyes, a glint of a silver handgun redirected my focus. The other man brandished the gun, my ears ringing and memories flooding in—a vision of dying in that car, my father's mournful face. The ringing subsided, replaced by sound. The men sped off with me in the back, marking the day I fell for your grandfather, Bobbie.

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Life’s rejection was my soul's direction with Bobbie.

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Together, we founded Neo Carter, an enigmatic '70s club. Its ever-changing locations and reputation spread like wildfire through word of mouth. Only golden invitees entered, embracing music and positivity. Bobbie identified true artists, welcoming them with open arms.

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Until we reunite in another lifetime,
Bobbie & Lee

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Now, I embrace their legacy. As DJ Producer Bobbie Lee Carter, I revive Neo Carter, a vintage clothing store and music haven uniting the world.

 

Welcome to the family & always remember to walk by faith not by sight. The choice is yours . . .