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Chapter 2 ♪

Chapter 2 ♪

"Wake up, Hun. I made dinner," I hear Ana say as she shakes me awake from my nap.

"Thank you but I'm not feeling well," I mumble as I stick my face back into my pillow and shiver as she pulls the blanket off of me.

"Well then it's a good thing I made squash soup and rolls," she says. Groaning, I get up and go downstairs to eat because I know it will hurt her feelings if I turn down her cooking. My sock covered feet pad down the stairs and make little to no noise. When I walk downstairs I'm surprised to see my mother and father at the table and I awkwardly go and sit in my usual spot by the window. They talk amongst themselves as if I'm not even there until Ana brings out the food. I smile at her and she returns it, patting my shoulder as she sits next to me.

"Why are you home so early?" I ask. I see them freeze at my voice and snap back into reality.

"We have a business trip to take," my mother says formally and she glares at her husband for him to continue. Im so used to her antics. Whenever she has something to tell me she doesn't and instead glares until her husband does it for her.

"Well, more like a business transfer. We have to go to Spain until June." He explains casually. Ana must have known because she sat there quietly, not shocked in the slightest.

" We can't just leave! I have the rest of senior year to finish! Ana has her daughters here so she can't go with us. When were planning on telling me? When are we leaving?" I ask, trying to not explode on them from the sudden news.

"You won't be coming will us, Feylinn," my mother states as she gets up when a horn sounds outside. "But your father and I leave," she pauses and glances out the window," Well, now." she says as she grabs her bags and walks out the door without even bidding a farewell. I turn to Ana prepared to ask her what was going on but she held up her hand and mouthed "later."

I should be used to them leaving me behind but it stung that they could just leave their child for 8 months and not even blink. I jogged up the stairs and grabbed my acoustic guitar before grabbing my leather jacket and the Cadillac keys. I had my license, so it wasn't like it was illegal. Throwing the guitar case in the backseat, I gently place my actual guitar in the passenger seat and open the garage, as I adjust my seat so I can see over the dashboard. I back out and ignore Ana's voice as she calls after me. It's too late; I'm already speeding down the road towards the nearest performance center.

Whenever I get upset I could go on the stage and sing or cry or both and the owners have never cared because of how wealthy my parents are. I had the keys to the building and immediately parked the car and ran inside with my guitar and guitar case. Going in through the "employees only" door, I stumble to through the curtains and crash onto the stage. Like every Wednesday, nobody was here and I set up my chair and sat down, tuning my guitar. Tapping my foot to begin the beat, I begin to play the beginning of "Disaster" by Sparks the Rescue.

"It's time again. To take it up will me my dear, I'm counting down your sins.
This double standard line is getting way too thin to hold the weight of the blinding lights that masquerade us.
The curtains up, so settle in.
The doors are locked. Let the show begin. You're standing right before me and you're wine drenched in your clothes.
You couldn't keep a secret so this whole god damń town knows.

Please stick around. I'll tell you how.
You're a disaster. You're a disaster.

You played your role, so convincingly the extras fell in love, I'm told.
They bought every line and every ticket sold.
The villain looks way too much like me. Learn your lines in a hurry.
It's easier to write me off when it's your story.

You're standing right before me and you're shaking in the cold. You couldn't keep a secret so you've got nothing to show."

Before I can finish the second chorus and the end, a light flicks on and out steps a man, whose clapping echoes through the room. I squint at the figure that is emerging and recognize the welcoming caramel eyes. I awkwardly put down my guitar and stand up from the chair I was sitting on.

" What are you doing here?" I ask, trying not to blush as I know he heard me sing and probably mess up several notes. I glanced down at my shoes and tried to avert my eyes from his intense stare. When I look back up I'm met with a one dollar bill. I laugh at his antics and politely decline. He climbs up to join me on the stage and stands a good distance away.

" I was hoping nobody would hear me," I said and flinched as he placed his hand on my shoulder when he walked closer to me. Did I mention I was not one for physical affection? He slowly made his way behind me, the whole time keeping his large hand on my small shoulder. I stood there, frozen and confused. I saw him hold out his index finger for me to "hold on." He picked up my guitar and put it in front of me, so that I was holding it as if I was going to play. Before I could protest he wrapped his arms around me and placed his hands over mine. I held in a shiver at his cool touch and continued to stand still. His fingers took mine and strummed the chords. He then shook his head no against mine. He tuned my guitar and strummed it again and shook his head yes. Ever so gently, he placed his fingers over mine and moved my index finger down one string. When I listened to him strum it I realized I had messed up a note and my face quickly flushed red. He backed away and I felt myself kinda sigh in protest. When he jumped off the stage he took a seat in the first row and motioned for me to play again.

"I don't sing for people, I'm sorry," I say as I place my guitar back onto the floor. He holds up his index finger and grabs out his phone. i don't know whether to stay where I am or go near him. I finally make a decision and move to the edge of the stage and sit down. He hands me his phone and I see that he typed out a message on his notes.

I don't talk for people, it's fine

I shake my head in understanding.
" So that's why you've never said anything to me?" I ask him. He shakes his head yes in reply.

"If I sing, will you talk? Just this once?" I couldn't help but ask. I wanted to hear the voice that belonged to this mysterious boy. He paused and just help eye contact for a few seconds. When he lowered his eyes I figured it was a no but then he gingerly shook his head yes.

I smiled and grabbed my guitar and just sat on the edge of the stage and began to play the beginning to "Autumn" by Sparks the Rescue. He smiled at the tune and his grin widened even more when I sang out the first words. I decide to change girl to boy for the audiences sake.

"Boy, you remind me of the summertime but now you need time to clean your mind." I continued to sing and we exchanged smiles through the whole song. When I was finished I took a deep breath to catch my breath and calm my rapid heartbeat. Singing in front of people has always made me nervous, ever since I was a little girl first learning to play the guitar. He clapped slowly again and opened his mouth as if he were going to say something. I awaited the melody of his voice and froze when I heard it.

"My names Roman." he spoke.

I swear his voice flowed through me into my very core. It was deeper than I had imagined and had an almost breathy undertone. It was all I had imagined, except possibly more.

I smiled wider and stuck out my hand, actually initiating physical contact for once. He took it and shook it lightly. I breathed out and before I could stop myself I blurted out "I love your voice, it's beautiful and masculine at the same time," before I even realized I said it out loud he laughed. I mean really laughed, as if he had been holding it in all his life. If I thought his voice was wonderful I was sadly mistaken; his laugh was so much better.