She had a dream, a destiny to fulfil, and the reports of her death were vastly exaggerated, initially. But she first had to live her dream, which she started to do that Wednesday afternoon, in a little town called 3-anchor bay, 15 miles south of San Francisco, when the phone rang.
It was Amy Winehouse, and she had her lines crossed, saying to little Abby: "Hi there baby, it's me. Come on over and bring some white lines, will ya? I feel like a party." Of course little Abby knew exactly who the voice was. She had both the cds, did she not? The voice continuing: "have me a new guitar, so you must come sing for us, ok?"
Little Abby could not believe her ears, and Amy kinda got impatient: "Hey, who the ****? You little bitch, what ya doin on this line? Don't **** with me, ok? ****in freak!" as she slammed the phone down. But little Abby heard none of that, for she was dreamin with her eyes wide open, living again, destiny thrusted upon her.
And from that moment on she was Amy Winehouse, insisting that mom and dad call her Amy. All her friends too, and her teacher, and the man at their local grocery store. With her pocket money she bought a new guitar, playing only Amy Winehouse songs, dressing like Amy, wearing her hair like Amy does, becoming quite popular, the local newspaper even referring to the 14 year old girl as California's own Amy Winehouse.
So when reports of Amy's death filtered through from Great Britain the local tv ran with the story, confusing the folks of 3-anchor bay to no end. How come the tv peeps knew about her demise before they did? So of course they went over to little amy's house to check, and finding her alive the excitement was kind of replaced by resentment.
So little Amy, for a final time, played up to her audience: An hour later someone found her: dangling by her neck...