The Perfect Duet

Chapter 1

Have you ever had that feeling when you just can't think straight? I don't know if it's really a feeling, or so much as a thought, or even a symptom or maybe a disease. Whatever it is, it doesn't happen without some kind of reason. In my case, it was a boy. A super annoying boy who I was forced to work with, who was obsessed with something I had tried to hide from forever. A boy with a dream, a boy with inspiration, a boy that was just full of energy. A boy who got my mind blown, a boy who was just super fascinating, and was the most annoying, sarcastic, noisy guy I have, to this day, ever met. So why was he the reason I couldn't think straight? I guess you'll find out later.

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I stood on the small stage, pulled an orange lock of hair behind my ear and held the microphone firmly in my hand. This was my first performance in my dad's small cafe on Main Street. We had built in a tiny platform for me and my karaoke machine to stand on recently, and I had just placed my all time favourite C.D into the machine. Pretty soon, 'Here Comes The Sun' by The Beatles came blaring through the speakers.

As I sang, I could see people in the small audience I had (about fifteen people, the most people we could hold at a time really) thrumming their fingers on their knees, keeping the beat, and one girl mouthing the lyrics along with me. My parents grinned proudly in the background with my twin brother, Kyle, and my younger brother, James, who played on their Nintendo DS that they shared for the whole performance. Yes, I know, I have really supportive brothers. People clapped politely as I hit the right notes, and when I finished, I even got a standing ovation. I beamed with pride, curtsied, and hopped off my platform, into my parent's welcoming arms.

"That was beautiful, sweetie," my mother told me, kissing the top of my head. I grinned at her and my dad jumped in, ruffling my hair.

"You should go up there more often, Gwen. You sounded awesome," he added.

"Can I?" I grinned. They had both nodded, smiling at my enthusiasm.

After that day, when I was thirteen, I created a schedule. I would sing every Wednesdays and Saturdays, three songs each day at the cafe. People seemed to love it, and I did too. My mom would recommend songs for me, help me practice, and even help me write songs of my own. Music had become my life, and I was living the dream. I continued singing at the cafe until I turned about sixteen, then started trying out for local musicals and plays, earning me a few minor roles. As I progressed, I got more and more recommendations, and I moved onto bigger productions on broadway. I felt like a star, singing for crowds of people who loved me, working with super talented people, and with my family encouraging me and helping me every step of the way. I'll admit I had a pretty good voice, and others seemed to like it too. Everything was perfect. I was pretty popular around my hometown as well, as my singing videos were found on YouTube, and as I travelled around for shows and performances, most was recorded on television.

Then everything went downhill. My parents would come to most of my shows, but I would always have at least one family member there to support me. One night, though, my mom didn't show up, although she had promised. This was the biggest show of my life, and she hadn't come. At first I was upset, but then got a bit more worried when a few police officers escorted me out of the backstage part of the theatre. They told me my mother had died in a car crash. I refused to believe it, until ut started appearing all over the news, because my mom had been a very well known artist to the media.

After the funeral that I barely got through, I quit the musical I was working on, and waited in depression for something good to happen, but it never did. I was waiting for someone to tell me my mother's death was a joke. I expected her to walk through the door from work and recording studios every day like she used to. But that was before, and I was forced to accept my mom's death and that I was living in 'now'.

A few months later, I tried singing again at our cafe, but the performance ended in tears. I had sung the song the same song I had started my whole career with, but the lyrics of 'Here Comes The Sun' were breaking my heart at how happy they were, and how much they reminded me of my mother, who had loved the classic rock song I had chosen to sing that first performnace in the cafe. I couldn't stand the horrible feeling, so I dropped the music. My life went from awesome to zero, and at school, I was the boring girl. I avoided everything with music at school. I skipped school dances, avoided any radio or iPod, and plugged my ears at any hint of a rhythm. I really couldn't take it.

Defeated, I went from the cafe's singer to the cafe's extra helper. I baked on the sidelines, which didn't suit me at first, but soon I grew uninspired.

When I finally recovered from the blow, I had lost the music somewhere. I was a pretty normal kid, shy but talkative, with one close friend and a huge closet. I continued baking with my dad, and it had grown to be a lot of fun for me. Music was gone. Music was forgotten...

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OK, OK, music was forgotten until he came along. Yes, I'm talking about that boy again. What can I say? He's stubborn, and he was determined to get me back into music. But I'm stubborn, too, and I was not going back there. No way in a million years.

I'm Gwen Donsur, and this is my story of being with a crazy guy who drove me up the wall, and finding something a little more out of a forced partnership, along with opening up to the world and learning to live life to the fullest, all because of this one boy who I never believed would be such an inspiration to me. And who knows? Maybe we really were the perfect duet, but I knew I would only found out if I sang again, which was so not going to happen... Right?

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A/N: Hi everyone! This is my new story's prologue and it's based off of a book for me that didn't work out. Some of you probably read it before I took the few chapters I wrote down. I feel this story has more potential, ya know? But, for those of you who who actually like the old version, they are the same characters and cast, and the idea is roughly similar so don't worry too much. So, if you liked this, leave your comments and votes for me! It would mean so much that someone is actually enjoying this!!! :)