After my Mum died music was the only thing that made me a functional human being.
I was sad about her death and grieved as much as the average person but i was glad her suffering was over, glad she was finally in peace.
So when Mr. Liken asked me what I was going to do as work experience for the next couple of weeks, it seemed only right to go and involve myself in something musical. A place i could get my thoughts out and it wouldn't matter if anyone listened or lot.
Dad never listened or understood me, but that was fine not a lot of people do.
I'm the sort that wants to run away forever but come back home every other week. I'm the sort that dreams ridiculous things that'll never happen. I'm the sort that looks at a death of a loved one in a positive way. I'm Candy. I can be both sweet and sour, surprise you at times. But you can count on me to help you have a good time. I guess my name suited me.
All i had to do was use my connections. My plan for work experience was to go to a studio. I'd find out how people wrote songs and how they all come together. And maybe even sneak a few writing sessions in for myself, that'd be cool. Imagine that - Candy the crazy song writer. Another one of my ridiculous dreams I guess.
Music taste wise my name didn't really fit. I guess you'd expect pink lemonade pop type stuff. Well I'm not about to dis One Direction or Ariana Grande anytime soon. I do like pop its just not my thing. I guess I was in between pop and rock or punk, and that was fine. My Mum always said that I should be happy with who I am, and to this day I still listen to her. God bless.
But that didn't stop people getting at me. People are always gonna take the mickey outta people who are different. Music was my chance to block all the negativity out because obviously some of its gonna get me down. Knowing that music would always be there when I got out of school though, that was the treasure that I'd look forward too.
And food.
Who wouldn't look forward to food.
"So Candy," Mr Liken spoke, disrupting my thoughts. "How do you plan to get yourself into a music Studio to simply view these sessions, maybe join in?"
I stopped for a second and thought.
"Sir, I am a true believer that where there's a will, there's a way." I stop for a quick breathe and just as he tries to intervene I continue "Trust me Sir I'll find a way. I promise you." I sat up off of my chair and pushed it back so that i was now stood in front of his desk. "I have a question Sir." I stated.
"Go Ahead." He was used to this, a reason he was one of my favourite teachers was because he understood who I was, he'd let me be me and that was something I couldn't have from my Mum anymore. He understood that too.
"Any connections with a record company?" I ask and look straight at his eyes so he knows I'm not joking.
"Yes actually, just the one but if it'd help you out..."
"Thank you Sir!" I say with a smile, seeing that there was barely 5 minutes left of break, this had to happen now.
He typed a few things on his computer before looking back at me and smiling politely, like the lyrics in that song by The Fray : How To Save A Life. Songs and lyrics are always whizzing through my head.
Mr. Liken turned his screen so it was now facing me. I now regretted standing up as I read through the various artists signed to the company, i felt dizzy knowing I had connections. Katy Perry? Sam Smith? Troye Sivan? I couldn't believe it.
"So Sir do you think you could help me out a little?" I said jiggling my eyebrows up and down. Mr Liken is like a father to me, please don't be gross. God people mind outta that gutter.
"I'll see what I can do Candy." The bell rings. "I'll update you tomorrow."
And with that I pick up my light blue bag pack and set off to my next lesson, closing the wooden door behind me.
Authors Note;
First Chapter yay!
Im in love with the idea for this fanfic to be fair, I love Candy and I love the story thats about to unfold!!!
Love you Sugar Puffs 🍬
