Ending the beginning...

Chapter 2

As I walked home with Bop, I read off the details of the 'fame-breaker' talent show.

"Eh, it says it's worth a shot, but it must be like a thousand people signing up, if not more."

"Ya but, as for me, I think I'm a little over average at singing. Better than you at least..." I smiled while Bop looked at me, funny. "What?"

"I dunno.. My eyes were frozen.. Or something like that."

"Awkward........" I joked. "Ooh! Sparkle Charm corner is coming up, ready?" Every day, when we walked home from school, we raced one block, to my house than I would watch him go home.

"Ready? Set.... GO!!!!!!!!!" Our bodies sprinted down the street. I held my breathe because I'm convince I run faster that way and Bop started to pass me by. "Not today, sucka!!!!!!" I yelled.

"Hey! Kids! Stop runnin'!" I heard the voice of Mr. Delow.

" Bop! Slow down! Delows up.." Bop stopped so fast his head thrusted forwards, causing him to lose balance and fall onto his yard. As I helped him up, Mr. Delow yelled back at us, " Get off my lawn!!"

" It's fine." I comforted Bop, " Just keep walking." As Bop limped down the road while his leg was bleeding, the grumpy old man shook his cane, with tennis balls at the bottom of the legs, at us.

At Bop's house, we treated his leg with ointment and sat down to watch our favorite TV show, Sing now or leave.. a corny show, but really great talent. Plus, it has my favorite artist in the whole wide world, Jamie Conrage. She's my complete idol and I feel like I know her like my own mother. From her artificial purple hair to her gold military boots, her style is amazing, I love her so much. Especially her British accent. " Hello, New York!!" Jamie said, enthusiastically. " Welcome to Sing now or leave, the only show in America where you sing just for me! Today, our first contestant's name is Myra Kunn. Welcome!! Now, How old are you, Myra?"

"15."Her voice was very soft and shaky.

"Where do you live?"

"Helena, Montana."

"And do you think you have  the talent to win?"

"Mhm."

"Alright, now, what song will you be singing for us?"

"Mountain streams."

"Ok. We're ready when you are." When Myra opened her mouth to sing it sounded like Angels were filling her lungs and it took everybodies breathe away:
When the mountains cry tears of sadness, the animals stop to check up. When the mountains cry, it makes the air moist and waters the ground. When we climb the mountains our shoes sink into the sadness of the hill, and when the sun breaks its heart, it makes everything new, again...

I stopped and everything around me slowed down. That song! I knew it and something was wrong.

"Bop, rewind it." I said in a panicking voice.

"What? Why?"

"Just do it." 10 seconds after I told him to rewind, I told  him to stop. When all movement stopped on the girl's face, I studied it for a long time. "Do me a favor?"

"Sure."

"Can you take a picture of her?"

"Who? This Myra girl?" I nodded yes. "Ok.... But first you have to tell me why."

"It's mine."

"What? Dawn, seriously, I'm not gonna take a picture of a stranger if you won't tell me why!"

"THAT'S MY SONG! I wrote it with my dad when I still lived in Colorado before everything changed. That was before we moved, before my parents split up, and before I changed schools. Take a picture of her and send it to me. I've gotta go. Thanks." I was running out of breathe and I felt like my lungs were collapsing on itself. I ran inside, grabbed my inhaler, and ran to my room, not bothering to say hi to my mom.

"Dawn, are you ok?" She said.

"I'll be fine. Just have to figure something out."