Watercolour

Ten

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Alana's P.O.V

All but one of my walls were white. The other, however, I'd painted black when I was 12. All over my walls there were posters of various bands and sport-stars as well as a clock, a calendar, a dry-erase monthly planner, a map of the world, some artwork that Alex had done for me, a cork bulletin board and loads of my photos. I also had a desk that I'd made a few years ago; I'd painted on a guitar, piano keys, a microphone, a dancer and a camera before doing a collage in the blank spaces. Next to the desk were a couple of drawers and on top, sat some photo frames - one of Lucas, Alex and I, one of my parents and I and one of my whole family.

On the opposite side of the room was my bed, my nightstand, and my bookshelf. To the right of my bed was a large window with two curtains: they were black with white musical notes. My bed-frame, nightstand and bookshelf were all black as well, so there was quite a lot of black in my room; but the maroon rug in the middle of the room just about made up for it. I also had a mirror-fronted-sliding-door wardrobe filled with my clothes, shoes, school books and various other things.

And in the furthest, yet most important, corner of my room stood my guitars and my drum box.

It was almost seven and I'd just got home from trampolining training. It had been another unbelievably hot day - even thought it was October - and I was lying flat on my bed staring up at the ceiling, even though I knew that I had work to do.

After going downstairs to grab a glass of water and a banana, I walked back into my room and tried to make myself as comfortable as possible at my desk, before opening my folder.

After about 20 minutes, a thick wall had etched itself into my brain. Where a wave of ideas would normally flow straight from my brain and onto the page, today, came nothing.

I sat for another 5 minutes before giving up entirely and deciding I'd come back to it later.

I headed downstairs to see whether dinner was ready yet. Just as I was coming onto the landing, I heard the front door open and I looked over the banister to see who it was. And no surprise, it was dad.

"Hey dad," I said, coming down the stairs.

"Hey Alana," he said, putting his bag down on the floor and engulfing me in a hug.

"Really dad? I can't breathe."

"Ah, stop exaggerating. Just because you're legally an adult now, doesn't mean that I can't hug you anymore."

"Yeah, I know." I said shrugging it off. "Hey mum, do you need any help with food?"

"I'm almost done actually. Could you lay the table, please?"

"Sure," I replied, grabbing the mats and the cutlery.

"Right, I'd better go and get changed then," Dad said, turning for the stairs.

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"Night Mum."

"Night... make sure you take your guitar upstairs with you tonight," she said as she gave me a peck on the cheek.

"Okay," I said, grabbing the neck of my guitar and heading for the stairs.

I took hold of the guitar properly and started playing a song that I'd taught myself at school that day.

I walked into my room and sat down on the edge of my bed. I ended playing through the song a couple of times before deciding that I should try recording it and see if it was any good to put on my YouTube channel. I hadn't uploaded anything in a few days.