The Little Things ✔️

A girls dream

My hands clasp the envelope that is resting in my sweating hands. I look up anxiously at Mat who's standing opposite me.
"What's the worst it could be Al?" Mat says in a soft sweet voice.
"I'm really not sure Mat it could be anything."
"Honey don't worry." He says coming closer and standing beside me. I slowly open the letter. It's white smooth paper that just makes all the thoughts that occupy my mind worse. I flip over the letter and read it.

Dear Miss Jones,
We would like to have you perform at our anniversary concert on the 10th of January. We think it would be a great opportunity for you to express your passion for singing and music and be an amazing choice to take. There will be over 20,000 teens watching so it may even bring fans and respect. We hope you consider the offer we have made you. Yours sincerity
~ Harry Masters

I look up at Mat with wild eyes. He's smiling as he reads the end of the letter. He wraps his arms around me and kisses my cheek.
"Al this is an amazing opportunity you should really consider." Mat says in my ear.
"I'm not sure Mat did you see how many people are going to be there! And they are all most likely going to be teens. I don't think I can do this!" I say I sit down on the side of the made bed and put my still shaking hands in my head. Mat comes and sits next to me and places his cold hand on my back.
"Al it's an incredible thing to do to get up in front of an audience and you've already shown you can do that. So there's nothing to worry about. It's in 17 days. That's plenty enough time to find a song and learn it. If you want to do a singing piece I would be very happy to accompany you on my guitar." I take my hands out of my head.
"You can play guitar?" I say looking at him.
"Haha yeah." He says chuckling at my comment.
"That would be really good thank you." I say kissing him on the forehead.
"So your going to do it?" He says raising an eyebrow.
"Ugh I'm really not sure thanks Mat but I'm honesty not sure. What if they hate me?"
"Who could hate you Al, you beautiful intelligent, strong, talented and fun to be around."
"Thank you but that's really not helping." I say laughing.
"Hey!" He says tickling me. I dodge his fingers but he then swings his arm around my front and digs his hands into my side making me squeal with laughter. I wriggle out of his clasp and turn around to face him. I grab a pillow from the fresh bed and hit him around the head with it. He looks at me with shock in his blue eyes before I feel a pillow collide with me face.
"Haha payback!" He shouts. I run around the other side of the bed and throw my pillow at him. It misses him by an inch and he launches his pillow at me that scraps the top of my arm. He runs around to my side of the bed and picks me up and pushes me onto the bed. He falls down next to me. We are both out of breath after that battle and just lay there sucking in deep breaths of oxygen. Mat starts laughing and rolls over to face me. His smile starts me off as well and before we know it we are in fits of laughter. Struggling to breath again.

I sit on the now untied bed on Skype with my best friend Lily. She's way back in England but we are using this time to catch up on each other lives. Her and Jean-Pierre have been on several dates since I last saw her and she was doing pretty well. Her and Nat had decorated this house with some more random objects that Nat had been extremely excited over. We chat about my birthday and how New Yorks going until 4am. By this time I'm pretty tired but I still want to ask her for advice.
"Lily...I've been invited to perform at a concert. But the problem is is there's going to be over 20,000 screaming teenage girls." She looks at me for a second and studies what I have just said.
"You should go for it. What is going to be the worst that happens hey? Your incredibly talented Al I doubt they will even come close to not liking you. Just say yes." I smile and say.
"Thanks lil, well I better get some sleep. Merry Christmas and talk to you when I get back from New York."
"Bye Al!! Merry Christmas!" Lily says before she hangs up. I lie back onto the bed and stare up at the White ceiling above me. Even though Mats and Lily's words had helped me I still wasn't sure about doing this. I was so scared. Most girls would jump at the chance to perform up on stage in front of thousands. But for me it's was just pure dread. I knew I would enjoy it but there was still that voice in the back of my head telling me I couldn't do it. It was a girls dream. But was it mine?