The Boy Who Called Me Songbird

Chapter 1~ Willy

YAY! New story!

I've actually been trying to write this one for a while now and it kept changing in my brain before I was able to get it on paper. This'll probably change dramatically over the time I'm writing it so bear with me!

Anywhowhatsit, I hope you all enjoy! PLEASE COMMENT!!! I seriously need criticism and critiquing on this story so if you have time, bombard me with comments!

Thanks y'all!

Laura =D

Willy's POV

I sat on the crowded bus, my knees pulled up to my chin and my iPod turned up all the way, trying to ignore all of the laughing and screaming around me.

Just hold it together Willy, I reassured myself, This is going to be cool- I hope...

My rabbit, Scones, kicked the side of his cage disgruntledly. It was a long ride, about three and a half hours now, and he was getting pretty antsy. He didn't like all of the noise.

"It's okay Scones," I said, putting my hand on his cage protectively, "Everything's going to be fine. I think we're going to like it here."

I pulled a carrot out of my bag and slipped it into the cage. The rabbit's nose twitched excitedly as he turned and hopped merrily over to his new tasty treat.

Scones and I were on our way to a summer camp for gifted teenagers called Camp Blue Jeans for the summer while my mom is off trying to find a job and a new place for us to live. Ever since Dad left us life has been really difficult for my mom and me. We had to sell our old house and move into an apartment then Mom lost her job. We were worried about losing our home so mom and I went to live with my Aunt Wisty. My Aunt works as a music teacher at Juliard so she gets paid well.

When she was in High School, she went to this music camp called Camp Blue Jeans and thought that it would be a good idea for me to try it out for the summer. She got in on a scholarship after they heard her perform at a concert at her school. They didn't come to any of the concerts at my school but she called them and pulled a few strings to get me an audition.

That audition was the most nerve wrecking thing I have ever done in my entire life. I was taken onto a recording studio where three judges listened to me play. I performed "I'm Like A Bird" by Nelly Furtado. My mom actually picked out the song because it showed how strong my range is.

After I was done a young man with shaggy brown hair and a goatee in a suit asked me a bunch of questions.

"Now, how long have you been playing guitar and singing?"

"I've been playing guitar for five years," I replied, "Bu I've been singing all my life."

"What type of music do you usually play?" he said, writing something down on his clip board, "Like what type of genres do you prefer? Do you like rock? Punk? Pop? Country? Heavy Metal?"

"Anything from John Lennon to Train to Avril Lavigne," I replied.

"Wow," he said, "Thats a pretty broad spectrum."

"I try and listen to a lot of different things so I don't get stuck on one genre," I explained, starting to feel a little nervous, "It keeps things interesting."

After I came out my aunt gave me a big hug and said that I did great. She took me out to ice cream to celebrate. We both got butter pecan in a waffle cone.

I loved Aunt Wisty. A lot of people say that I look and act more like her than I do my mom, both of which are true. We both have the same passion for playing music and singing and we both have a very limited attention to time and to numbers (which makes math a nightmare for us both!). She has the same long, dirty-blond hair, fair skin, and dark blue eyes that I do and she loves to wear long, tie-dye skirts with tank tops and a jean jacket nearly every day, but she wears it with so much confidence that she looks like a hippie beauty queen. I wear it like a gangly teenage girl who hasn't quite grown into her look yet.