Daily Prompt—2119

This one always makes me smile.
It takes me back to the summer of 2009, when life felt like a crossroads —
half-mystical, half-rock-and-roll.

That year, I was hired as a fortune-teller at a music festival.
(Yes, really. Sometimes my life feels like a movie 😂)
For two days, I read palms, tarot, angel cards, and astrology charts
for anyone who wandered into my little temporary world.

The festival provided me a small camping wagon,
and from morning until late evening it was full of people —
curious, hopeful, hungover, lovestruck, anxious —
all looking for guidance.

And then…
the biggest band of the festival walked up to me.

The headliner:
🎸 The Alarm — the Welsh rock band.

I was sitting outside my wagon,
coffee in hand, cigarette in the other,
pretending to look cool (as one does 😄).

Suddenly, their singer — Mike Peters —
walked straight up to me and asked for a reading.
Apparently, they’d heard I was the most popular stop at the festival.

I froze.
Stuttered like a little kid.
Honestly, I was praying the ground would swallow me whole 🤣

But of course, I said yes. I gave him a full reading —
cards, symbols, messages — the works.

When we finished, he tried to pay me,
but I refused.
I told him what was true:
It was an honour to read for him.

Later that day, a local newspaper came by
and did an interview with me —
camera, notebook, the whole thing.
A surreal day.

🕊️
Fast-forward to April 2025 —
I learned that Mike Peters had passed away at 66,
after his battle with cancer.

My heart sank.
He was brave, charismatic, and kind.
I’m grateful I got to cross paths with him,
even just briefly.

Fly high, Mike.
I’m sure the angels are happier now —
they probably needed some punk rock anyway 💜

My favourite song of theirs?
“Sixty Eight Guns.”
Always.

💫~ Maggie
The Afterlove Voice💫

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