Hi all out there in wattpad land....
This is my 2nd attempt at a story so please all comments are welcome!!! My first one sucked BIG TIME which is why I deleted it! I am the hugest fan of 30 Seconds to Mars and I dedicate this story to all the fans out there.
I've got an amazing pic for the cover but I'm doing this on my Blackberry and I still haven't had a chance to figure that shit out!
Anyways let me not take too much of this page up with my nonsence!!!
Here goes!
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Chapter 1
The methodic beating of the heart, the rise and fall of the chest as one in hales....exhales......, the thumping footsteps of people rushing aimlessly from one thing to the next.
I hear the musical beats to it all. I guess that's what gets me through the day.
Coming from a not so well-off family made things like music lessons out of the question. My mom always tried to make me feel better by telling me that I don't need lessons to sing.
"Singing is the hearts way of expressing itself. Good or bad, its the feeling you put into it that matters. You don't need someone to tell you how to express yourself" She would say.
My mother was the type of woman that would constantly have a song on her lips. Singing while washing the dishes, cooking and even helping me with home work. I inherited the music in my heart from her. We would spend hours singing and humming together. I guess that's what made her death even harder on me.
My dad was the opposite. He was never interested in any form of music. According to 'the man of the house' it was a total waste of time and energy.
The doctors said it was a blood clot in the brain that killed my mom in her sleep one winters night. They said she felt no pain and it was simply that she went to sleep one night and didn't wake up. A peaceful way to go, I was told.
My mother, my best friend, was gone. I was alone at the age of 15 and from that day on I decided that singing was a thing of the past.
So this is where I find myself today. 6 years ago to the day my dad woke me up with the heart breaking news of my mothers death.
Other than that, today had to carry on as a normal Thursday for me. Up at 6 am, ready in my uniform and on my way to work by 6:30. I work at the Tanaco Hotel. Its a lovely hotel on the Durban beachfront, in the beautiful country of South Africa.
Taking care of my dad after my moms death really prepared me for my current employment. Yes, I am a maid. Housekeeping as you would call it. Not the best of jobs but hey, these days a job is a job!
"Josephine Akersten, would you mind telling me why you are late,..again?"
"Oh come on James, its 7:02 am. 2 minutes late is not the end of the world, seriously."
James is our shift manager. He tries to be super strict and in control but as far as I'm concerned he takes his job way too seriously! Oh, and yes, Josephine Akersten is me and I hate that name. Everybody generally calls me Jo or Jozie.
"Well tardiness will not be tolerated in this establishment. That's another warning which makes it 2 this month. Another one and we will have to ..."
"Yeah sure, what ever." I said and walked away before he could finish his sentence. Honestly that man needs to relax a bit.
On my way down to the storage rooms to collect my trolley and room supplies, I notice for some reason we have all our security with us today.
"Hey Stella, what's up with all the security around here?"
Stella is one of the laundry ladies. She sees to all the guests linen and towels and that they are kept clean and fresh. She's been working here for nearly 30 years now and like a mother figure to all the staff.
"Some band checked in late last night. Must be somebody famous to require all this security!"
"Oooh nice! I wonder who? Thanks Stella," I say as she hands me a fresh stack of newly laundered towels for the rooms. "See you later."
So, I got to work going from room to room cleaning up and making them look brand new. My curiosity of who the mystery guests were soon left my mind as I focused on my work.
After a few hours of work I started to get bored so I plug my ear phones into my Blackberry and press play to my favorite band. 30 seconds to mars. Listening to their music takes my mind off shit and releases that pent up musical energy I keep hidden from everybody.
In no time at all I'm singing along at the top of my lungs matching the song key for key.
"One night of the hunter..." I belt out but then all of a sudden my vacuum cleaner shuts off. I turn around to see what's happened because I didn't turn it off.
My brain flat lines as I stand there staring into the brightest blue, yet very familiar, eyes.
