Luke's POV
Mackenzie Hart, what an interesting name. I look up to see a beautiful girl with long, dark hair. She looks about the age of 17 and is a lot more nervous than the others. I can't help but be attracted to her. She picked up her violin and began to play the Hanging Tree all too gracefully. Anyone could recognize that song. And she did it so perfectly. I would do anything to call her mine.
*Mackenzie's POV*
As I finished The Hanging Tree, I toke a quick curtsy and picked up my violin again. I began to play Don't Stop and went to my happy place. A place where my mother didn't abuse me for imperfection, a place where I could be happy, a place where everything was right with the world. I played the ending and ended by gracefully curtsying. I quickly and quietly scurried off the stage and headed to my spot backstage. I couldn't believe it. I just performed in front of my idols and did okay I think. There were no words to explain my happiness right now. I hope I at least made my mother slightly proud.
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RandomA violinist with a strict background and a pop star with secrets yet to be told, fall in love with many struggles and challenges. All to allow this strange love, survive.
