Losing Control (Violetta fanfic)[Editing]

Chapter 2: Happy birthday?

Please tell me about any grammar mistakes. English is not my first language so I would like to know if I made a mistake (and if I did please tell me the grammar rule). And I'm also having a hard time with this "show, don't tell" thing.

Dear diary,
My mom flipped when she found out I went home. She said if I don't follow all the lessons I ruin my only chance of "being useful". However, she is clamer than normal. Anyway today is my birthday, and I feel so so I can't even put it in words. I wish so bad you were here dad. I don't want to be like this anymore. I don't want to pretend anymore.

I was sitting in the bench in front of the studio.
"Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday,
Dear Ludmi!
Happy birthday to youuuuu" My classmates sang for me before handing me their presents.

"Why?" I asked so suprised.
I'm mean to them?
"Because it's your birthday" Violetta said happy
"Thank you very much, I'll open this at home, okay?" I said with a suprising excitement in my voice
"So you have a diary" Leon asked, looking at my lap.
"No no no!" I said embarrassed "This is just an agenda"
They just laughed. "Anyway, thank you so much, now I'm going to check my appointments for today in my agenda" I said nervous
Diego took my "agenda" and started reading. I tried to read his expressions, but they were blank. He gave my diary back and said "nice agenda" with the same blank expression.
"I'm going to put these in my car, okay?" I pointed at the gift.

As I walked to the car, I kept wondering why they did this. I'm so cruel to them? And I can't believe Diego read my diary. I unlocked my car and put the gifts in the back. I stared at the bright coloured wrapping paper. I looked at my phone for the time and realised that it's time for class.

I walked back to the studio. I went to dance class. I got headache from all the voices around. "QUIET!" Gergorio shouted on top of his lungs and everyone stopped talking.
"Today, You're going to make a choreography as a group. You will be getting 3 lessons for this. The song you will be using is on this paper. You have to compose the music yourself"

"So wait, you're telling us to dance on rainbows like pink, fluffy unicorns" Andres paused "That's is totally awesome!" Gregorio facepalmed. "Did you even listen to anything I said?" he looked as if he was begging him to use his brain this lesson.

"C'mon, I'll explain it to you" Broadway said, thank God. He starts to explain but Gregorio looked at them with "Ok, I'll wait" look. When they were quiet he continued "Broudey: you're in charge of the choreography together with Camilla, Frederico and Leon. Andres, Diego, Maxi and Naty are in charge of the music. Ludmilla in charge of the lyrics, Violetta, you will be the lead and Camilla, you will be the background voice. Everybody understood? Great, now get started"

I'm in charge of the lyrics? Awesome!
I took my folder and I saw an unfinished song.

Translations are from lyrics translate
Expressionless or automatic
Supercreative or passionate
Doing everything to know who you are
Follow your path if that's how you like it

I don't remember writing this, but I think it's a good start. Let's brainstorm. I started looking around me. I saw Broadway doing a dance move, after the dance move they smiled and Camilla did a thumbs up. He looks up with pride. Suddenly two lines came up

I know you like being transparent
Being different among so many people

Then I start thinking. Why are we in the Studio? Why are we? Because we follow dreams non-stop. We shine.

Following a dream non-stop
Your light shines and it's already on

I looked around me again. This time I looked at Maxi, he was holding a iPad. Naty, Diego and Andres were bending over the screen. Andres must have said something stupid because Naty and Maxi started facepalming and laughing.

I felt empty. They didn't have to pretend, and they found someone who loves them for who they are. Look at Leon and Violetta. I didn't treat him right, but I loved him. They are free. Free to be who they are. I started daydreaming about what could have been me. I would've been happy, loved, but instead I'm here daydreaming. I don't even remember my daydream, I could feel it. I didn't feel one with my body anymore. I drifted off to a different world.

One I got out of it I saw that it was 9:05 AM. I quickly wrote the next lines.

I'm not a zombie, I'm not a robot
I make my way and find out who I am
I live how I feel and that makes me change
I am different, unique, unique

"I'd like to see how far everyone is" Gergorio asked "Who starts?" he said as the whole room became quiet. "I will start" I said while mentally slapping myself. What the hell?

"Expressionless or automatic
Supercreative or passionate
Doing everything to know who you are
Follow your path if that's how you like it

I know you like being transparent
Being different among so many people
Following a dream non-stop
Your light shines and it's already on

I'm not a zombie, I'm not a robot
I make my way and find out who I am
I live how I feel and that makes me change
I am different, unique, unique" I read out loud, nervous as I was trying to read expressions. This was different than the other songs. Because I don't want to pretend anymore. But I can't, so I'll try to put who I am and who I want to be in lyrics.

Their mouths were open, wide open. "Was it that bad?" I asked, trying not to sound hurt.
"No, it fits perfectly with the dance" Frederico said, still with his mouth wide open.

"You can close your mouths now, you're going to catch flies!" I said with annoyance in my voice.
"Ludmila, it was just good. Different than all your other songs. Also that song you performed yesterday." Violetta said complimenting me. Wait, what?
"Thanks, but it is just because I'm brilliant!" I can't let them show that her comment lighted up my whole world. I'm good enough, for once.
They were laughing of course of what I said

Gergorio fake laughed and spoke again. "Who's next?". The dance crew raised their hands. The choregraphy really matched up with the song. After the dance, class was dismissed. So I went home, so I could open the gifts.

Francesca gave me a nice pink dress, with lacy sleeves. The dress was about knee length. Violetta gave me a gold L necklace. Camilla gave me a ring with the word "LOVE". Naty got me some nice white shorts. The boys got me a gift together: a complete outfit. A pink shirt that said "supernova" with a black skirt and black stiletto's. I have to find a way to thank them. In supernova way of course...

My mom came home from work. She was late. Her gaze is locked at the gifts on the floor.
"What is this?" she asked curious.
"Presents for my birthday" I said as her eyes went wide. Did she forget my birthday?
"Honey, you will get your present tomorrow. Okay? I'm so tired from work, I didn't have time to buy things for you birthday. But it will be okay right?"
"Yes" I sighed.

I went upstairs to my room. I sat on my bed as I looked at my cracked iPhone 6 on my desk. My mom found it and gave it to me. I guess it's better than nothing. I had 12 new WhatsApp messages. I opened it up to discover a group named "Happy bday Luds". I looked at the group info and saw it was made by an unknown number. How the hell did they get my phone number? Naty of course.. The chat were basically just messages of "happy birthday". I replied with "Thnx for the gifts and everything". It felt good to know that someone remembers my birthday.

I walked over my closet and picked my outfit for tomorrow. I picked the black shirt that the boys gave me. It said "supernova" in the colours of the rainbow.
After inspecting my closet for a while, I decided to wear a gold, shiny, skirt. It was a bit above the knee.

I sat down on my bed. It was pretty small but it's okay. I can't believe mom is acting normal. Before she would've gotten really mad and she would tell me I'm useless and I would grounded for it.

I took the folder from the bag beside me. I stared at Supercreative. Maybe I'll be easier to write if I know the music. I took my phone from my pocket and texted Andres if they are ready and if they can send to song to me.

I never got a reply. Of course. Maybe I should just start with other song. What will I write.
Maybe he didn't reply me because he hates me
Focus, Ludmilla. You're a supernova.

I put my folder down and picked the book Geek Girl instead. But of course I fell asleep and now I lost the page.