Azalea Faye Larau - The sweetheart socialite with a fire underneath and an up and coming ballet dancer in London striving to stay afloat in an ocean of sharks, all the while dealing with heartbreak and loss.
Harlan Emeric Marchetti - The Italian Maf...
"What was it about him I remembered? The light in his hair or the blood in his eyes?"
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People say you remember the most important moments of your life, and they're right.
Up from my childhood till now, I remember it all. And as I grew up, I never noticed the fact that in all of those memories, there was this one person— a man— who was always there. How I never noticed, or somehow forgot, is always going to be a surprise to me.
One of those important moments, I still remember, was the first day of my last year of high school. I still remember, I wasn't feeling too good that day and wasn't really in the mood because of my mother's deteriorating health.
It was one of those times when her health took a drastic downfall and would take its good time to heal again.
I remember sitting in the large front lawn of our school with the girls, my best friends, sisters and partners in crime trying to cheer me up.
What I didn't fail to notice was the rather large speaker, or boom box, as Samantha liked to call it rested beside her, her elbow on top of it while she scrolled through her phone.
"Now, I'm going to play a song, and we're all going to dance, let go of our worries and just live in the moment." She spoke, eyes still on her phone before she jumped up and all the girls agreed, standing up while I groaned.
"I'm not in the mood. Maybe some other time." I said and looked down, playing with the grass absent minded when the girls pulled me up by my arms.
"Hey!" I protested but they all looked at me expectantly.
"Come on, hit it, Sam!" Lola pumped her fist in the air and the next second, the sound of music filtered through the air and heads turned to look at us.
"People are watching!" I groaned when she took my hands and spun me around.
"And that's even more fun!" Reina laughed and I gave up as the girls gathered round me and the music filtered through.
A song I rememberedplayed and I giggled, taking Nikki's hand as we all took our shoes off, throwing them aside and jumped here and there, letting the music take over us and take us to our happy place.
And when the chorus came, I let my eyes close and let the beat move my body, raising my hands in the air and swaying to the rhythm as we all skipped around.
"I know it's over, I was born a choker. Nobody's coming for me, coming for me."
I felt like I really connected with the song, then, and even now. Well, more so now. I never had the courage to speak up, let my opinion or voice be heard too much because I thought it never really mattered.
I was always afraid of being laughed at for my ideas or in my opinions, or worse, criticised. My mother always said I was sensitive at heart and took most things too seriously. I was afraid of upsetting people, of saying things others might not like and leaving me all alone on my own.
