Love is a Crime

Darling is Ignored

It's been a week since Ryan helped me with my uncle and he hasn't talked to me for about three days. I don't know why it bothers me so much but I thought we were becoming acquainted in a way. Guess not.

My dad had Alicia lock me in my room all weekend so I never got to Mark's party to help Ryan with the pranks. Although it was probably for the best since Ryan and I aren't really talking.

I've replayed every conversation and interaction we've had and I can't pinpoint any specific thing I might've done to get him angry or upset.

Right now I'm at the Diamond Theater, the best theater in town and also owned by my dad. I'm standing on the stage in the deserted building, it's closed today because of some lighting issues that my dad hasn't payed for yet. I set up the mic and adjust the sound at the sound booth above the audience seats.

Strangely enough, I love singing, and I'm actually really good, says my dad, Ava and Taylor Swift. Yes, I've met Taylor, only because my dad funded some charity thing for her or something.

Singing relaxes me when I can't get to the library, and I'm allowed in here whenever, seeing as this is my dad's building. I used to love coming here as a child and working the shows. I never watched them, but I would work the sound booth or the lighting or sell tickets and food at the concession stand. I love this place.

My mom would come here with me when I was younger, my dad told me because I was too young to remember.

Singing is only unavailable to me when I'm sick, but fortunately for me, I've been on treatments since last week and finally feel better today. So I came here to sing and relax.

I walk over the music player in the back with the sound booth and look through the special karaoke CDs that I store in here. Pulling out The Road Between by Lucy Hale, I look on the back and see one of my favorite songs, You Sound Good To Me.

I pop it in and rush back to the stage as the familiar country beat starts playing. I wait until the lyrics begin and I open my mouth, letting the smooth, melodic notes pour out of my mouth.

The full moon is shining like a spotlight

I could just sit and listen to you talkin' all night

When you whisper

Yeah baby when you lean in

I get a crazy, crazy good kind of feelin'

It's like amen from the back of the choir

Sweet hum of freedom underneath the tires

Kick back, sittin' by a cracklin' fire strummin' them guitar strings

Like an old song on the radio

That you grew up to and everybody knows