Sing While You Can

MyMusic is now HerMusic...

“Charlotte! Evangeline! Come downstairs! Your Father and I want to talk to you!” My mother’s deafening call screeched up the stairs.

My feet pounded down the stairs after I had put away my new music book after Charlotte stole the last. I came to a halt inside our kitchen and sat down beside Charlotte who was bedraggled and obviously tired. Charlotte rubbed her eyes and let out a yawn, then said “So what do you want?”

“Well, as you know you are moving into the new apartment today, and we did ponder over how you would actually get there and we gave to the easiest conclusion,”

My Mum held up a set of new car keys, while I was waiting for her to pull out another pair Charlotte squealed and lunged for them.

“Nu uh, they aren’t only yours, it is to share! As you know 'His&Hers' has been going through a bad patch of publicity which has affected our readers buying so we couldn’t afford 2 cars but not to worry,” She finished the sentence with a cheery smile, but her eyes were worrying again.

The magazine was accused of phone hacking, and if this was true, everyone would be in big legal trouble and both my parents knew that. Their reputation was everything to my mother and this was basically a living night-mare. She had always took pride in the magazine but know she grimaced every time it was mentioned.

“Dad, Mum, you don’t have to. We can just take the bus!” I protested.

All of a sudden my Dad put down his newspaper and said “Your mother and I don’t want you using public transport! Dirty, grungy things. I thought you had more sense than that! Anyway, Charlotte is going to become a famous pop star so she will need the privacy away from the paparazzi,”

I was genuinely shocked. My Dad never said a word – mostly because he can’t with my mum’s mouth – but that was very out of character. He usually answered with one worded replies and after my mother explaining why. It startled Charlotte and I. We thought that the longest sentence he had ever said was 'I do'.

“Exactly I am going to become famous! Ooh, I wonder who I will meet. Probably louds at all the award shows. Maybe I will meet Beyoncé or Rihanna or ooh One Direction!...” She continued to babble about how famous she was going to become and how amazing she will look.

Eventually, she shut up and I went upstairs to get ready before leaving. I hurriedly slipped on a pair of ripped jeans and a crop top that had a Mickey Mouse on it. I loved Mickey.  

With all my effort I dragged my case downstairs and almost fell and broke my neck. After a lot of struggle I had pulled all 4 of my cases downstairs and had reached the bottom only to find 1 of Charlotte’s cases.

“Uhm, Charlotte? Why do you only have 1 case?” I questioned as she walked in while teasing her hair.

“Well, Mum and Dad gave me money so that I can buy new. If I’m going to be a star I need to dress like one. Prada, Ralph Lauren, Chanel all of it!”

After much deliberation Charlotte was driving to London. And I was scared for my life. Charlotte basically cheated her way through her driver’s test by going out with her instructor’s son.

I stepped into the car and turned on the radio hoping for a storm to come through so bad we couldn’t drive.

And now for the weather, it will be a very hot day and for the next few weeks to come! Summer is definitely here! Highs of 25 Lows of 18

Oh great.  

~*~

Coz all I need,

Is a beauty and a beat,