" Heaven when I held you again
How could we ever just be friends?
I would rather die than let you go
Juliet to your Romeo. "
or
Two childhood friends have a hard time with just being friends.
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Amelia had carried her guitar with her to the studio. It was an older guitar, covered in some stickers, and there was a pair of initials engraved into the back of the neck. Over the years, she had taken care of the guitar, she refused to buy a new one, her parents never bought her a new one because they knew she wouldn't have used it.
"Amelia, you're— you're back!" Francesca commented when Amelia walked into the big room of the studio. "We were wondering where you were." That was true, Amelia watched as her phone went from zero messages to at least ten messages from her classmates at the same time.
"I had a family thing, but I couldn't miss this thing today," Amelia responded. "I'm so ready for this today."
"You're going to do amazing, did you decide what song you're doing? Did you finish that song from last week?" Francesca asked.
"I did, but I guess I'll decide what song I'll do once I start playing," Amelia commented. "It's whatever song comes to mind first, and I have no idea."
Amelia stopped talking with Violetta walked in. Violetta stopped, lifted her hand in a small wave and smiled softly at the girl, before walking over to a group of kids.
"Is she mad at me?" Amelia asked Francesca. "I know you're her best friend, but you'd tell me the truth."
"Violetta doesn't stay mad at anyone," Francesca answered. "She considers you a friend, but it's a tough spot right now. After you left, León kind of— well, he went a bit crazy trying to figure out why you would have left. No one knew the reason why, and he— they broke up again. This time for real." Amelia nodded, not knowing what to say to this information.
"Chicos, sorry I'm late," Pablo walked into the room. "It seems like everyone is here, so why don't we start with the songs. Remember, you are voting for the songs, not the person. A person's talent is not a reflection of if you like said person or not. Who will be first?"
"I will!" León stood up. "Can I go first?"
"By all means," Pablo motioned to the stage. León smiled, he grabbed the acoustic guitar from the stand. He sat on the stool and began to strum a melody.
"Cuando me miro al espejo, sólo veo tu reflejo, tus ojos ventanas son a un mundo mejor," León began singing. "Cómo un fuego en el invierno tú le das calor a mi universo es amor sin condición lo que siento yo estando contigo." He looked up and looked at Amelia. "Dime si esto es real llegaste a cambiar con un beso mi verdad, no se como expresar con palabras que cuando te miro tus ojos sé. Que ya te amé mil vidas atrás." His eyes never left Amelia's and it felt like he was singing to only her, because he was and he wanted everyone to know it.
