In the days following the performance, I find myself replaying the moment with my parents over and over. They still don't seem to understand my passion for music, and the weight of their expectations lingers heavily on my heart.
At school, I try to focus on my studies, but my mind drifts to music-the thrill of performing, the joy of creating. I find myself writing more, pouring my feelings into lyrics, using my notebook as a refuge from the turmoil at home.
One afternoon, as I sit in the cafeteria with Leo and Mia, I decide to share my thoughts. "I'm struggling with my parents' expectations. It's like I'm torn between what they want and what I want."
Leo nods thoughtfully. "It's tough when family doesn't understand your dreams. But remember, you have the right to choose your path."
Mia reaches across the table, squeezing my hand. "You're not alone, Lila. We're here for you, no matter what."
Their support warms my heart, and I take a moment to absorb their words. "Thanks, guys. It just feels so overwhelming sometimes. I love my family, but it's hard when they don't see me for who I am."
Later that week, I decide to write a new song, one that reflects my internal struggle. As I sit in my room, guitar in hand, I channel my emotions into the music. The lyrics pour out like a waterfall, capturing my frustrations, hopes, and dreams.
When I finish, I feel a sense of release, as if I've exorcised some of the pain I've been carrying. It's raw and honest, a reflection of my journey.
As the days pass, I continue to share snippets of my new song with Leo and Mia, and their enthusiasm fuels my creativity. "This is amazing, Lila! You have to perform this at the next open mic," Leo insists.
"Absolutely!" Mia agrees, her excitement contagious. "Your voice deserves to be heard."
I hesitate for a moment, the fear of my parents' judgment creeping back in. But as I look into their encouraging faces, I feel a surge of determination. "You're right. I will perform it."
As the next open mic approaches, I practice relentlessly. Each rehearsal strengthens my confidence and solidifies my resolve to embrace my passion for music. I know that I may not have my parents' support right now, but I have the unwavering support of Leo and Mia.
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HEART'S IN THE SHADOWS
FantasyLila has always been the forgotten child, overshadowed by her parents' attention toward her half-siblings and younger brother. Despite her love and dedication, she is treated as little more than a servant in her own home-unseen, unheard, and unloved...
