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The plane ride to Anaheim was terrifying. None of us wanted to talk about Rachel so we tried to stay off that topic. We did eventually talk, but we spoke with precaution as if we were revising every word in our heads before we verbalized it. We talked about the past two years. Turns out my friends weren’t even close to the same as they were back then. Brady had fallen in love, and not the fake sappy kind either; the real kind. I could see it in her eyes. Chandler, who used to be bad had graduated as valedictorian of our class. Brooke was now the lead singer of a band who had made it big back in Boston. They all had something. I did not. When they looked at me to ask what was going on in my life, I looked back at them and asked,
“What? Nothing happened to me. So?”
“Don’t try to tell us that not one important thing has happened to you.”, says Chandler
“What’s wrong with it if I chose not to do anything? I’m going to college with a soccer scholarship, I have friends, and I’m still popular, so what’s wrong?” I replied fighting back tears.
Almost immediately Chandler replies, “What’s wrong is that you don’t seem to realize that high school is over. Which means popularity is pretty much overrated, not that it wasn’t in high school.” She says that like she wasn’t popular in high school too. Please.
When I don’t reply, I hear Brady whisper to Chandler, “Take it easy on her. I think she went through a bad break-up.” I whip my head and yell as loudly as I can on a plane at her,
“It wasn’t a bad break-up. Shut up.”
“Ok. New topic. Paige, it’ll be ok.” Brooke intervenes
“How can you say that? How can we go to Rachel’s favorite place without her?” I say completely changing the topic, but not really because this whole thing is about her to begin with.
“I haven’t figured that out yet but what I think is that she’d want us to go, it was her favorite place after all.” Brooke responds
“Yea. Maybe.” I utter halfheartedly. Brook reaches into her carry-on bag and pulls out a worn spiral notebook. She flips it open and hands to me.
“Read it.
“Why?” I question while my eyes glaze over it. They’re lyrics. They’re for Rachel. As I read them I wonder why I haven’t ever gone to one of her shows.
“Have you sung this anywhere yet?” I ask and she shakes her head no.
“Well you’re about to.” I declare passing it to Brady and Chandler. They look up two minutes later and while Brady starts complimenting Brooke, Chandler reaches up and pushes the “need flight attendant” button.
“I’m not about to sing this on plane. No way.”, Brooke exclaimed once she figured out what was going on.
“Yes you are.” Chandler retorts before turning to her side to whisper to the flight attendant. I took out a hairbrush and brushed Brooke's hair while Brady retouched her makeup.
“Stay still. Jeez. Only old people are on the plane anyway.”, Brady commands. So of course Brooke sticks her head up and looks around. Just as she looks up a green-eyed boy strolls past us and she blushes.
“What? It’s only a boy.” I say
“I know and he smiled at me when I was getting on the plane so I’m not about to sing!”
“Oh shut up. You are so singing.” I say as the flight attendant returns. She looks at Brooke as if to ask whether she’s going to sing or not. Brooke looks at our hopeful faces, nods her head, and gets up to follow the attendant.
“Go Brooke!!!” We all exclaim. When she gets up there, she clears her throat and her eyes glaze over everybody.
“Hello, I’m Brooke. I’m from Boston. Oh wait, I guess we all are.” She begins. I can tell she’s nervous. My eyes wander over to where the green-eyed boy was sitting. He is hot. And he’s smiling right at Brooke. My eyes go back to her as she’s singing.
“I hear her laughter everywhere I go
I hear her voice everywhere I go
Knowing she’s with me in some way
Helps me through”
“She was a dreamer, a believer
She was beautiful, filled with love
And even though I miss her
I think about her every day.”
I feel my eyes water as I listen to her. Her strawberry blond hair is cascading around her tanned face. She’s smiling and her eyes are glistening. I look at my friends and see that their eyes are tearing up too. Brooks finishes up.
“Thank you for letting me do that. Her name was Rachel. She died two years ago and she was one of my best friends. I don’t have the perfect name for the song yet but I’m thinking.” She announces as people are applauding for her. She comes back to her seat but not before I see her check out the green-eyed boy on her way back. He’s looking straight at her and smiling. She blushes and looks away. She looks happy. I guess that’s what singing does to her.
“Was that good? Could you tell I was crying? Was he looking at me? Was my voice too high? Too low?” She bombards us with questions.
“Shut up. You were perfect.” Chandler answers and the rest of us nod as if we’re in a daze. “And yes he was looking at you, he still is, but don’t look.”
“That was great!” I finally say. “I had no idea you were that good. Now you have to tell us more about this singing thing.”
She launches into a speech about it. If there’s anything about Brooke, it’s that she can talk nonstop when she starts. Well, until she got tired. As she told us her stories about her singing people came to praise her from time to time. And every now and then she would wonder why the green-eyed boy wasn’t coming to talk to her. She did finally doze off though. Shortly after Chandler fell asleep too. It was just me and Brady.
“Tell me about your boyfriend?” I ask her and when I say it I swear I could see her eyes light up. She takes a deep breath and starts.
“Well, you saw him at prom. We’ve been together for
“Excuse me? Hello I’m Lucas.” Brady and I look up to see where the British accent is coming from. It’s the green-eyed boy. “I wanted to come tell your friend, Brooke, that she was amazing singing up there. I didn’t come while she was awake because I wasn’t sure whether she’d like me or not.” Oh gosh, he’s adorable.
“She would love that. You can come tell her yourself when she wakes up. Ok?” Brady declares.
“Absolutely!” He says in his adorable British accent and saunters off.
I look at Brady and giggle.
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Sorry it's so short. Its just that not that many people are commenting and i don't want to keep writing if i don't get feedback on if its good or not. Please comment?
