The Voice behind the Violin

Mr. I hate Violins

Hi WATTPAD PEOPLE WE ARE THE POWERPUFF GIRLS!!!! I AM BUBBLES! NO I'M BUBBLES! NO I AM BUBBLES! I TOLD YOU I'M BUBBLES. ANYWAY HERE'S THE FIFTH CHAPTER OF TVBTV ! ENJOY! HEY I'M BUBBLES! NO I AM

~dangerouslivingroom

*sorry for the misunderstanding!!! we edited chapter 5 so that you would understand it better. Really really sorry =( anyways, enjoy the edited version of chapter 5 still! :)

{Justin Cedric}

“And that’s a wrap” Eric said with a poker face across his face. I didn’t know what to say to this guy. He’s like those guards in London that don’t show emotions at all. I exited this soundproofed room and went to where Eric stood.

“Did I do something wrong? Was I awful” For the past five years I never knew how this guy’s emotions were. You think a guy who has been with you for five years and you’ll already know them but not for this man. He’s unpredictable. I can’t tell him he was like stone because he really isn’t. He’s actually good when you see it but when I do recordings or concerts he would look at you like you did something wrong all the time.  

“What? You actually did great Justin.” I almost choked at his word. I never got compliments from him. The whole four hours I thought I did something wrong and here he was telling me that it was great. My phone immediately vibrated and I picked up and saw a message from Rick, the usual.

Man, where are you? Meet you at JCF Cafe

I replied to him.

Be there in 10

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{Megan}

The first thing I noticed as I entered the cafe is how cozy and homey the place was. It was a small cafe; compared to the others of course. There was a stage at the further right end of the cafe and some tables were around. The counter was opposite to the stage, where there were  displays of gorgeous, yummy-looking cakes and other stuff that I swore I would try later. I scanned the area and my hunch was right; there weren’t that much people. There was an old couple talking, smiling at each other while sipping some tea. Just seeing the sight made my heart go warm and fuzzy...oh how I miss my grandparents. I was quite sentimental you see. If only...

Then there was a red-haired girl, at around my age sitting alone, probably waiting for her boyfriend...? Come on! She is pretty, I bet she has one...there was another dude too, but other than that, nothing else has caught my attention, so I let out a deep sigh of relief.

I would do well later.

“Honey, I’ll just text everyone. See if they’ll be arriving late or something.” My mom tells me as she goes out to make the call. “Okay. I’ll just find us a table...” I tell her, hoping she heard me. I look at my phone and realized it was almost 6 so I sit down and prop my violin out of its case. I choose a table near the window, so that I can see who comes in and out.

“Dear, I’m glad you’re here. Are you ready?” I hear a familiar voice and realize it was Aunt Cara’s and I give her a shy smile. “Well...maybe. Mom’s outside; making a call. Umm...when did you get here?” I ask. “I was preparing some stuff. There’s a small house like room behind this cafe, and I happen to know the manager here so I stayed there.” She tells me. ‘Oh...okay...” I reply.

“Don’t worry dear; there will be some performers before you; some students of mine too. You’re last.” She smiles at me and I freak out. Why was I last??!! That means everyone will have to watch me. Oh no...