Friday, March 3rd
15 days. Only 15 days. I have exactly 15 days until my audition with Juilliard.
These are my first thoughts as I wake up from my obnoxious alarm. I know my first thoughts should be that it's my three month anniversary with Aidan and as important as that is, it's not my top priority right now.
I wish I could just stay home all day and practice my pieces. School is wasting time that I could be using to prepare for a much more important school. At least it's Friday so I can stay up late without worry about getting to sleep on time.
Nevertheless, I smack my alarm, turning the loud beeping off, and quickly prepare for school. I feel like if I do things quicker that I'll have more time to practice. Of course it's not true, but I'd like to think it is. It helps me bare through the incredibly long school day.
I used to never think like that, like I hate every second of school, and I don't know if the reason I am now is because of Aidan's influence or how stressed I am for auditions.
Maybe a little bit of both...
I don't hate school either but I'm starting to wish it was shorter, or that I could just not go so I could practice.
But, no matter how hard I wished I didn't have to go, it isn't even an option to ditch and school didn't bother to get cancelled, so I have to go.
After putting on a white long sleeve and a pair of jeans I brush through my short hair with my fingers. It's too short to really do anything with and I don't have the time so I let it hang in natural waves.
While eating my cereal at our bar very quickly, I receive weird looks form my father. Eventually he decides to question my actions.
"You alright love?" He walks up to the countertop bar, his accent thicker in the morning.
"Just stressed for my audition. It's getting close, 15 days actually." I express my worries to my dad. We have a close relationship where I can tell him what's on my mind. I save the girly stuff like boys for my mother though.
"Stress is good for you, it drives the soul and the mind to do its best. But don't stress too much Harps, you're going to do great. Your pieces already sound perfect and you still have two weeks to keep them fresh in your mind. Don't use those 15 days as a deadline for disaster, think of them as extra days, like finishing a project before the due date." His comforting tone of voice reminds me of when I was a child and he would tell me bedtime stories to help me go to sleep.
"Don't you think you're a little biased," I tilt my head and raise an eyebrow at him, "I mean, you're my dad you have to say that."
"Oh doll," He pauses, "trust me, if you didn't sound good, I would tell you. We can't have my ear drums breaking now can we?" He lets out a low chuckle.
"Thanks dad." I smile up at him. He reaches for my hand across the granite and squeezes it with a loving smile.
"I've got to head to work now but I want you to have a good day."
"Alright dad, I love you have a good day at work." He walks around the counter and kisses my hair before heading out the door.
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Change of Plans
Teen FictionBella Langley lives life with a schedule. Her days are perfectly mapped out and she always has a plan. Shower at 7, get dressed at 7:20, breakfast at 7:30, school at 7:45. She makes few exceptions to this schedule and that's the way she likes it. E...