The Little Things ✔️

Chapter 1 - The audtion

Tap, tap, tap the sound of the black souls colliding with the rough stone of the church hall. They stop, I lift my head up to the name that comes next. "Miss Alice Jones, please come forward."
"Just breath!" I tell myself. As I rise from the worn and broken leather seat I was once comfortable in eyes follow me up to the stage. It's silent you could hear more than just a pin drop at this point in time.
"When your ready Alice!" The harsh voice says. I scan the room. The church walls are covered in old paintings obviously dedicated to the gods and priests of past times and as my eyes scan further down the walls they land on the 3 masters and mistresses sitting, staring at me with their piercing eyes. I suck in all the breath I can and close my eyes. I've loved music I always have its my way to escape. I just explode. It's the way all my anger upset and happiness can be let out. My music teacher always used to tell me not to be so confident when I was playing because one day I may be over confident but it's my way of explaining everything to others to myself. I guide my mouth to the reed of my fragile clarinet and blow. As the piece gets more intense I start to shake
"No Alice, stay calm!"
As the notes fill and bounce of the walls of this old church I open my eyes to faces of shock and surprise. A thousand thoughts rush through my head at once. Do they like it? Am I that bad? Will I ever pass this audition? But no I carry on playing. Thinking about dynamics and rhythm like I'd always been told. I reach the end of the piece. As the slow and steady rhythm dies down. I'm greeted with my old friend silence. Nobody moves a muscle nobody speaks. Just silence. I slowly walk off the old dusty stage and sit back in my seat once again with the attention on me. I avert my eyes to the flickering candles in the back corner of the room. The next name is called like I didn't even happen.
After hours of listening to the music the candle had nearly burnt out and I was tired. Tired of being treated differently. Tired of the lack of respect I was chosen to be given. But still I was trying pushing myself more than I ever had and not letting all this hate get In my way of my dreams. As the last piece came to an end I came to a decision. I'm going to do this even if it means doing it alone. I walked out into the bitter breeze of the November air. I was happy with what I had done today it may only be a small thing it will still lead to the success I am hoping I'll have. The clouds above are the kind of grey that everyone fears the dark damp grey that told you rain was coming. I ran then walked then ran again all the way to the comfort of my own home. As I walked through the door I could hear shouting and whimpers form my younger brother Patrick. But I could also smell the curry of the dinner my mother was also making. As I walked upstairs to the comfort and warmth of my own little musical world I kept reminding myself that one day I will be entitled to my own life. And that the little things count.

A/N: Ok...so this is the first ever book I've really written so this will be quite crap..haha oh well! I hope you liked it and are willing to read the next chapter