Y/n moved to LA because her mom is a famous singer. Y/n loves singing but fears she will never be as good as her mother. One day she meets a curly hair guy at school, will be help her become who she is deep inside?
The sound of my alarm signaled it was time to get up, I rolled off my bed and started getting ready for the day. I didn't sleep much at all last night. I get dressed in black leggings with a black crop top and a white jacket on top.
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I look at myself one last time in the mirror take a deep breath then walk down stairs.
"Are you excited to show everyone your song? You've been working on it for forever!" My mom says as she gets her coffee.
"Yeah super excited!" I lied, I don't have the heart to tell my mom I feel like hiding in my room all day. She has never struggled with singing in front of people, you see my mom is a famous singer. We moved to LA when my dad left a few years ago so my mom could be closer to work.
"You'll do great! I won't be home till late so don't wait up." She gives me a quick kiss on my head then leaves.
-At school-
I can't focus on any of my classes because of how nervous I am to sing in front of my class. Before I even notice I am sitting in the music room waiting my turn to perform.
"Y/n, your next honey." my sweet teacher says and gestures for me to come to the front.
I take a deep breath.
'I can do this, I can do this' I say over and over again in my head as I walk.
'I can do this' I put my hand on the microphone and look up.
My heart stopped. I couldn't breath. My vision was going blurry.
'I can't do this'
I run out of the classroom as fast as my legs will go. I run into the bathroom and stare at myself in the mirror.
'She will never be as good of a singer as her mom. I mean just look at her. Why even try. Worthless...' all of the things I have been hearing in the halls come crashing down on me. I fall to my knees and cry. Not a light crying, a full on meltdown.
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I'm not sure how long I was crying but by the time I was done school was out.
I slowly stand up and walk out of the bathroom.
'Crap my bag!' I think and walk back to the music room.
I turn to the music hallway and slowly walk down the hall until I reach the door.
I take a deep breath. 'Please let no one be in here' I think as I turn the handle.
