Chasing Alana

27 | Thoughts

The melodious sounds of the grand piano filled the large room with its beautiful notes. With the windows open, the white sheer curtains fluttered in the wind, bringing in the fresh sea air.

The sounds of the waves crashing brought her a sense of peace as she focused on her task at hand. Pausing for a short second, Alana brought her hand up to grab the pencil she had tucked behind her ear and quickly jotted down the melody she had just been playing.

Music had always been a part of her life. When she was just a little girl, her diary was often filled with lyrics she would come up with throughout the day. Perhaps it was the fact that her parents had recognized her talent in music, but when they found out about her interest, there was no hesitation in signing her up to take piano lessons.

She was grateful to have the opportunity to be able to chase her dreams and for having such supporting parents. She remembered the conversation she had with her parents when Kevin Gilligan had first approached her with the offer. It was a big risk, yet her parents pushed her to take it.

And here she was, doing the very thing that she loved doing and living her dreams.

Tucking her pencil back behind her ear, she tilted her head as she reread the music notes she had jotted down. There was just something about the way music seemed to calm her soul down. When words couldn't, she turned to music to help her tell her story.

And that was what she was trying to do. With so much frustration in her, she wanted to write a song that would not only showcase her feelings but also tell her story. No one would be able to tell her what's right or wrong when it came to her music. No one would be able to tell her own story for her.

With just a piano, she was able to create something out of nothing. To her, the piano was a beautiful instrument that was a work of art upon which the soul was invited to tell its tale. It spoke directly to the souls in a language that predated words. Each musical note sought to connect and communicate the truth behind every individual's stories.

Alana had long begun to prepare for this upcoming album, yet with everything going on, she wanted to rework everything once again. Some songs were going to stay, but after careful deliberation, she would be rewriting some of them.

This would be an album that would be close to her heart— after all, she was going to be singing about her fears and trauma. Despite supposedly being on a little break, she couldn't refrain from setting up a meeting with Adrian, who not only scolded her for working, which she defending herself by stating that it was her way of de-stressing, but also caught her up with some of their findings regarding who had leaked the information.

Apparently, Tiffany had the bright idea of leaking the information to the press, hoping to tarnish Alana's image. Obviously, she had failed since the public had mainly been in support of Alana, which was the complete opposite of what Tiffany had imagined in her head.

Along with the court case that was coming up, she would now be getting sued. Alana wasn't sure how the legal side of things would work with just everything being piled on continuously, but she trusted Leanne and her agency to take care of things for her, which she was very thankful for.

After discussing with Adrian, as well as some other important members of the creative team, including other producers, they had all agreed with Alana about making this album personal, even encouraging her to do so.

These past few days, whenever Asher would be doing some work, she was almost always in the piano room. With a beautiful view of the ocean, this was probably one of her favorite rooms in Asher's vacation home.

Alana moved her head from left and right, trying to stretch out her tense muscles. She had lost track of time, but it seemed like the sun was still up high in the sky. It had probably been around 3 hours give or take since she first sat down in front of the grand piano.