Waking up is something too many people take for granted. What I wouldn't give to wake up now.
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Before the sun had risen, I had already been awake. My mother's footsteps could be heard in the hallway, grudgingly making their way toward the coffee maker. No other noise came from the house, so I could better hear the pouring rain dancing with my wind chime collection on the back porch.
Thunder. A flask of lighting raced into my room, then split into stars on my ceiling once it touched my glitter coated shoes abandoned on the floor. It left as quick as it came, leaving the room uncomfortably plain.
My attention was focused on the ceiling above me, as if it could tell me today's to do list.
I sighed and closed my eyes, "Today's the day."
A few hours later, after the tedious preparations for the day, I was at my usual spot in the music room. I sat on the piano bench, and start my selection for the completion today. Most people tell me that, when I play for them, this peace comes over them. If that's true, then I feel sorry for them. It's nothing like what I feel when I play. When I play, it's like the world's gone, and there's only music and your heart beat to keep the rhythm. Your fear is gone. All is lost in the beauty of the moment. I feel peace, but I feel more at home.
A harsh slam woke me from my paradise. "Aw, don't stop!"
I turn to see my friend, and the usual second to arrive, Daniel, with two Venti coffee cups. "You didn't!"
He smiled and handed me one, "Large white chocolate with macadamia and whip cream, for the princess. I added an extra shot for today."
"Thanks! What do I owe you?"
"First place." his face dramatically changed to serious, "No pressure."
"Oh fine, I guess I won't play hooky."
His jaw dropped, "You were ganna play hooky!"
I rolled my eyes, "No, I was ganna slam the piano and flip the judges' table."
"You know what? I don't think you need that extra shot." He reached over to take back the cup of coffee, but I dodged and hurriedly took a sip of coffee trying to sustain my violent laughter.
"No, I definitely need it." I replied a little too seriously.
He paused, "What did you see?"
I shook my head, "Hardly anything. Some guy, platinum blonde with..." I snickered, " 'soul sucking' eyes. He looked at me and smiled. Then, I start chocking, something was behind me, and I wake up coughing. 'Stay out of this!' "
"We'll then," Daniel took a sip and took it in. He was a natural when it came to dreams and visions. Mine were his favorite. I helped his dad, chief of police, find a huge drug bust with a random "daydream".
"It's not a metaphorical dream." He concluded, and interpreted my silence as a cue to continue, "That guy is the object, something you need to watch out for." He took another moment and looked me in the eye, "Don't choke. He's waiting for you to make a mistake. KEEP PRACTICING!"
He slammed the piano and joined my laughter.
Our conversation dulled away as more students arrived. Finally, when all the art students arrived, Mrs. Collins took her place at the front.
"Listen well, I will not be repeating myself. Art students, your projects are already there unless told otherwise and you will be riding with Mr. Collins. Musical students, choir, voice, instrumental, and band only, will be with Mr. Larch. The other musical groups will be with Mrs. Lane. Do not forget your pieces! You are dismissed."
"All aboard the Polar Express!" Mr. Larch shouted. Most of group loved him, those who didn't hadn't had him as a Literature teacher yet. He was always referencing some sort of book, and never failed to entertain his students. He was one of the few teachers that loved his job as well as his students individually.
Daniel took his seat next to me, and leaned over, "You ready?"
"But of course." I smiled and professionally sneaked my iPod and zoned off to my happy place.
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AN:
Hi, I'm new to this site, sort of, so I shall introduce myself. My middle name is Alex in Spanish. My first name tends to give people too much trouble, so I decided to make it easier for everyone. I'm still in the process of making this. I know where I want it to go, but I still need to make the road there. XD
I will update ASAP.
Next chapter: a transfer student, a band, the "soul sucking" boy, and the first round for the competition. Daniel said don't choke, is it her performance at stake, or something far more important? Amy has practiced three months for this competition, what could possibly go wrong?
