Chapter II |Music Store|

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I was sad and lonely in school. I was depressed and homesick. I grew to be tall and forced into doing sports by my father.

I did them all but what truly made me happy was singing, the songs I sang weren't heard because my parents thought a music career was with people with low aspirations in life. I had to study to be a doctor.

But I did find a place where I could be alone and sing and do what I liked. My little secret place was a tree house a couple feet away from my house, the wood was old and the steps were rusty but I liked it.

Every day after school I enjoyed staying at my secret place sometimes even after dark.

I could see everything from my secret place.

I noticed there was a music store near by and I just adored music. That day I went to sleep just thinking about the music store.

But I couldn't visit it next morning because Claire was 19 and moving back to Australia and so we had to take her to the airport.

As I said my goodbyes and saw the plane lift off I just wished someday I could do the same.

But I just hopes that I wouldn't have been forgotten back home, to be rejected by the ones I love would be worse than to never see them again.

But that was still a long way to go. I had much time to think about my plans for the future. We arrived home at 12:00pm.

After school the next day I went to the music store.

It was like heaven to me seeing so many CDs in one place after all the bad things I've seen in Miami this was the last thing I would've thought to see.

At the store I saw this boy. He's teeth were crooked he's hair a dark shade of brown witch he didn't seem to comb and was just a mess.

He grabbed my attention but I didn't want to be spotted looking at him.

I stared at he's beauty till he walked out of the store.

I got home and just couldn't stop thinking about him. He's face was stuck in my head.

I thought of him all day and all night until I saw him again the next day.

I rushed out of school and into the music store.

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