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Valeria took a step back, admiring her work, once she had placed down the last cardboard box of her belongings. Her Dad, Mateo, stood behind her looking around and admiring the flat he had bought for his daughter.

"So, how do you like it?" He asked. The answer to his question was clear as he saw his daughters face break into a genuine smile.

To Valeria, everything about the flat was perfect. It was almost dead in the centre of London – which was the best city to attempt a career at singing. And the view from the window was unlike anything she had ever seen before.

Her dad knew she had a talent in singing, and for her he would go to the end of the earth to make sure she got to at least attempt her dream.

"I love it! Gracias papá." Valeria was tangled in an embarace with her father. However much she wished to savour this moment, she soon realised that she'd have to let him go soon so he could start his journey back up to Manchester. So she simply mumbled, "Te quiero" into his chest.

"I love you too Valeria," he whispered back, kissing the top of her forehead. "Are you sure you'll be okay here by yourself? If you're not, I can always move down and..."

Valeria laughed. Her dad had always been very protective of her. His protectiveness did not limit her as some parents does, instead it enabled her to chase her dreams with the unconditional support of her father.

"Papá, I promise I'll be fine." She reassured him. Of course, he would always worry about the safety of his family, which is the reason he moved them from Valencia to Manchester in the first place. She smiled, "And if I ever need you, I'll let you know."

He nodded with a frown itched on his face, "I'm just worried about you Valeria, that is all. You're my daughter, part of me will always be thinking about you, no matter what."

"Te quiero papá," she said, watching him gather his things. It would be hard for them to be separated as they were so close, their whole family was linked in ways no other was. "Tell mamá that I miss her already and tell Aaron that he is welcome to come and stay anytime, okay?"

Valeria was sure her brother would take her up on that offer quickly. Sometimes their parents love could become stifling and it was always nice to just breathe some fresh air.

She walked her father to the door of her apartment. It was slightly nerve-wracking to think that in a few short moments, she would be living completely alone. "Remember to phone me when you get in," she shuffled her hands. "Goodbye papá."

"Goodbye Valeria, enjoy London life." He smiled, kissing his daughter on the cheek and quickly turning on his heel to walk away, so he would not get emotional. He heard the door close behind him and let out a shaky breath, hoping that Valeria would be happy, as that's all he truly wanted.

On the other side of the doors, Valeria had began unpacking her boxes. She started with the one which had "MUSIC" inked onto it with a black sharpie. To her, it was the most important box of them all. It contained everything that was important to her, other than of course, her family.

She unpacked her speakers and synced them up to her phone, wanting to be able to sing along to music and unpack the rest of the boxes at the same time.

Shuffling her playlist, Bed Peace by Jhene Aiko was the first song to come on. The volume was up full, which was probably a little too loud but Valeria didn't care. Music was her passion. She sung along loudly and began the mammoth task of unpacking the boxes.

Around five hours and three unpacked boxes later, her phone began to buzz, making her stop singing along to The Way by Kehlani. As expected it was her dad, simply sending a text to say that he got home okay and that everyone was already missing her.

So far, she had managed to unpack her music equipment, kitchen necessities, less than half of her clothes and some family photos. It was going to be a gruelling night to say the least, however, on the bright side it gave her a chance to sing.

Just before Valeria had a chance to start unpacking another box, she noticed a slip of white paper which looked as if it had been pushed underneath her door. Curious as ever, she wandered over to the note and picked it up, reading the words scrawled on it.

"You taking any requests? You should sing Work by Rihanna and I could rap Drakes part x"

Whoever had written the note had also drew a huge smiley face, which coincidentally was what Valeria was doing right now – smiling. She moved over to her phone and changed the song to Work, just like the note had said. The volume was turned to full, in hopes that the person who had written the note would hear it.

In all her honesty, Valeria knew it was not the best rendition of Work. She was Spanish after all, and had trouble getting the annunciation of some of the words correctly.

Thinking about how silly it was to be singing to herself and someone she didn't know in her apartment made her laugh. Out of the corner of her eye she caught the next white note slip under her door.

The thought of rushing to the door and opening it quickly to catch the anonymous note writer crossed her mind, but she didn't follow her thoughts. Instead, she calmly walked and picked up the note, taking in every single letter imprinted into the paper.

"Thank you, I didn't think you'd sing for me. I think you have one of the best singing voices I've ever heard. Maybe you could turn the volume down a little as I'm trying to record a video but in like 30 minutes turn it back up. I like the idea of having a private concert in my home x"

Once again, Valeria found the sprawled writing making her smile. At the request of the writer, she turns down the music. She wanted nothing more to write the anonymous person back but she had no idea which flat the author lived in.

Instead, on the back of one the notes she had received, she began to write back, not knowing if they would ever receive it.

"Thank you, it means a lot, especially since I just moved here to pursue singing.... and of course, private concerts are always fun – v"

Valeria opened her door and left the note just sitting outside, almost as if she had slipped it out from the inside. She hoped the person who had been writing to her would walk by her door and see the note. It was her only chance of knowing who the mysterious person was.

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okay, hola! this is my first story so please be nice :( hopefully you'll see where this story is going soon, i am kinda in love with the idea of this ♡ and i hope you all like it too!! besos