I'll always sing for you

Chapter 5 Why Does This Hurt?

She's everything im insicure about...

I stood, wearing my new dress It was blue, and quite flattering if I do say so myself.

I stared at my reflection in the mirror, glad Aunt Marcy inisted I wear this little ensamlbe tonight. It looked nice on me, with my slightly tanned skin and brown hair making the blue seem lighter than it was.

I heard a ding on my phone, and smiled as I checked the text:

Ricky: No way is five seconds of summer even close to as good as Vampire Forest! You have terrible taste in music!

I laughed. All we seemed to do was argue about musicans and music. I found it amusing, and I found him adorble. We'd only been talking for a day, but already it seemed we had so much in common, and the connection was amazing.

I sighed, shot some snarky text back, and wandered out of my room to meet Aunt Marcy.

"You look gorge." She said with a small hand clap as I walked down the stairs.

I grinned, giving her a small twirl, once at the bottom of the stairs, of course. I wasn't a complete idiot.

She whistled.

Aunt Marcy herself was dressed in a stunning black dress that showed off all her curves. She looked great.

"Ready to head out then?" She linked her arm through mine, already holding her black purse on her other arm.

"Yep." I said, even though I didn't know if I really was "ready." I was a little scared, in all honesty. We were on our way to that coffee shop with the open-mic. This seems completely unterrfying, right? Well, it was terrifying, to me. I hadn't actually played or listened to music since my brothers untimley death.

That may seem quite none sensual to most, hence the reason I kept it to myself. I couldn't explain why the thought of music hurt so much... Not to myself, let alone anyone else.

We walked into the elavator. My pulse quickened as we made our way to the parking garage below the apartment building. I was already dreading this. I didn't know how I'd handle it.

There, we climbed into her stylish ride, and began the short journey to the place all my fears seemed to be waiting for me. Hopefully they had a clean bathroom for me to hide in...

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The bathroom was exceptionally clean, it turned out, so that was a positive note amongst very bitter ones. Namley, my own weak self.

As I'd thought I would, I was hiding within the safety confines of the girls bathroom. The first singer had went on minutes before, and I listened for all of five seconds before bolting in here, and into a stall to take deep breaths and feel my pain. Aunt Marcy had looked concerned when I'd made a lame excuse and took off, but she hadn't objected, probably thinking I was just sick in the stomache, or something. I was a little bit, just for a reason she didn't know.

I was on the verge of tears, my breathing loud and haggered with so many memories flooding my mind. Me and Cleif had once gone to an open mic night. We'd done amazing, as we always did. Not trying to brag but uh, yeah, we were good. I couldn't think about this though. Couldn't, couldn't, but I was.

I began to cry, glad I was alone in the bathroom.

This went on for a few minutes when suddenly there was a tap on my stall. I instantly froze, going silent other than my uncontrollable sniffles. I hadn't heard anyone coming in, of course. How could I have heard over my own loud sobs?

"Hello?" A girls voice called, sounding sweet and concerned. It definitly wasn't Aunt Marcy. This girls voice was way to soft.

My face reddened with embarrassment as I slowly unlocked the stall door, and stood, making eye contact with another girl. She was shorter then me by a few inches, even with her cute black boot heels. She wore a short white dress, a jean jacket, her blond hair in two pigtails on the side of her face, and she had eyes of light green behind glasses, shining with concern for me, a stranger.