The Rock Symphony

I : L E N N O N

{ Hey hey. This is the first chapter of The Rock Symphony. I hope you like it. I have so much planned for this - so stick around, maybe?

Oh and a dedication to the lovely Variant aka. Leah, for being super kind and being the first reader }

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I'm reliving this moment. Again. This can't possibly be happening. I shut my eyes tightly, wanting this to stop. The memory of the moment was hard enough to cope with.

"Drum roll please..." Everything starts slowing down; the crowd's loud anticipation, my band mates muttering their prayers under their breath. His eyes pierced mine - glazed with triumph and victory. He was mocking me with those cerulean blue orbs, his lips curled back with a smirk. How could someone so beautiful, have a heart so cold?

"And the winners are..."

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"Woah Ken. You look like shit. Like Frankenstein's bride type ugly." Ha ha. Very funny. I rolled my eyes as Vince looked amused, taking in my appearance. My eyebrow shot up as I thought of a witty come back to his slightly offensive insult.

"Not that you're one to talk... But don't you need a license to be that ugly?" I snapped back, and ran my hand through my hair. Vince put both his hands in the air, as if he meant to surrender.

"That's a new one... But I'm just saying. No need to bite my head off. Geez, woman. What's made you this pissy in the morning?" he asked, as we headed towards our usual place in the morning. Starbucks.

"Cameron. Freaking. Parker," I spat the foul name out. Just saying the name felt like I was committing a huge sin.

"Ah. Still having those nightmares, I see. That's really unhealthy, Ken. You might need to go see a shrink. I don't think the rest of us want to see our lead vocalist go psychotic. Not that you aren't already... I mean... Uhm. Nobody wants to see your face on a wanted poster with the reward of like a dollar or something because you killed Parker." I shot Vince a pointed look and he just shrugged. "Hey. That's how obsessed you're getting with the whole situation."

"Who's getting obsessed with what?" I jumped in fright, and turned to see our drummer, Jeremy, following right behind us. He shot me an apologetic look which quickly turned into a look of disapproval. "Vincey-poo, why does our Kenny have bags under her eyes? Almost as if she didn't sleep? This is the first day of our junior year." Jeremy's calloused hands, from many years of drumming, grabbed my chin and pulled me closer as he started to inspect my face.

"Jer... stop. People are looking at us weird," I muttered as I caught several passersby give us a weird look.

"You dreamt of him again, didn't you?! It's not worth stressing over, Ken! It's already been three months... and you're better than him! He's not the only musical prodigy in this town; you're one too," Jeremy scolded his voice raising. He was right. It had been three months already. Three months since the winners of the talent show were announced. Note how I said winners. Not winner.

Just last year, our school, Fallcaster High, had finally started recognizing how important the arts were to some of the students. To show that they were taking action for the arts, the school had hosted the first talent show.

My band, The Vivaces, auditioned and was accepted without hesitation. We worked hard to cover modern day songs to connect with the audience - rehearsing from the moment we were out of school til our curfew. Our performance was such a hit, that a few of the local pubs and cafes wanted to book us for gigs.

Of course, there were a few complications with the pubs, since we're underage, but after that had been sorted out, everything went smoothly for us. So when the first place acts had been announced, we were all shocked. We had been one of the first place winners that evening. This is where Cameron Parker came into the story of our glorious beginning.