Lance Collins is a teenage violinist attending Weyral High School, and, being so famous, many girls there are in love with him. Lance, however, doesn't have any interest in girls and is too engrossed with music to care about romantic relationships...
"Hit me like a ray of sun Burning through my darkest night You're the only one that I want Think I'm addicted to your light I swore I'd never fall again But this don't even feel like falling Gravity can't forget to pull me back to the ground again." -Halo by Beyoncé
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| KENZIE |
"Um, Lance?"
"Yes, Mackenzie?"
"Th-that's your house?"
"Yes."
"Your house...that?"
Lance was starting to get annoyed. "Is there something wrong with my house?"
"No, nothing's wrong. It's just that...IT'S SO HUGE!"
"Your point, Midgetzie?"
The two of us were standing in front of the Collins' house. Well, actually, it was more like a mansion--a two-story mansion, to be exact. The front had tall columns and grand curved steps that led up to the entrance, with a fan-shaped window above the double doors and rectangular windows symmetrically placed on both sides of the doorway. I asked him what kind of style it was; he answered it was a Federal Colonial style.
"But you told me only you, your mom, dad and younger brother live here," I said, my mind still whirring of what was in front of me.
"Yes, but you forgot that my dad has concerts all over the world most of the time," he said, "so it's just my mom, younger brother and me who are currently living in the house. We hire house cleaners once a week. Don't worry, though; Cindy's house is bigger than ours."
"No doubt about that."
He smirked. "Well, come along, now. We don't want to stand in this kind of weather any longer, do we?"
"Lead the way, maestro."
It was a snowy Sunday afternoon. After the firefly-gazing, I'd told Lance that I wanted him to tutor me in piano every Saturday and Sunday, too. He'd agreed wholeheartedly, also saying that he was thankful I was taking the competition seriously.
Since the school was close on Sundays, Lance had decided to teach me in their house. He'd shared with me they had a large music room.
As we entered, I couldn't help looking around. The walls were a soft brown. Everything was clean and tidy. There weren't much figurines displayed on the gateleg tables. Lance helped me take off my coat, then he hung it on a coat rack near the front double doors.
Before I could praise the interior of the house more, a melodic voice greeted me. "Mackenzie, dear! Welcome, welcome!"
Mrs. Angel Collins was rushing down the stairs, to me, and then hugged me like we hadn't seen each other in a millennium.
