After hard work and a lot of practices, Stiles finally made it, the last round of the competition. It was cloudy and a tad bit sunny as Stiles walked inside with Allison and Scott. A few months ago, a girl named Lydia Martin passed away and today he was going to honor her.
"Good luck," both of them said as he gave them a thumbs-up and went back stage.
He wasn't feeling nervous, he was actually feeling excited. He just really couldn't wait to play the song he had chosen. Finally, it was his turn to perform and he stepped on stage. He breathed it all in, the lights, the whole moment. He took a deep breath before he started playing the song.
Bluestone Alley by Congfei Wei
As Stiles played, the walls, the chairs, and everything in the concert hall faded. Next thing he knew, he was outside, stuck in his little own world where the sky was beautiful, blue and filled with clouds like cotton candy. There were in the middle of nowhere of course, heck there was no floor beneath him.
But he wasn't alone.
There in front of him stood Lydia Martin, wearing the outfit she wore the first time they met, holding the violin. She smiled at him and played along with him, the melodies dancing around in the atmosphere and their instruments bending in together like watercolors, the types of paintings where they blend in color and create something beautiful and amazing. Allison made a couple of paintings like them before. Both of them got lost in the moment, but then again they weren't really lost since there was never a route planned nor a map. Musicians don't only get lost in the music, the music creates the musicians. Stiles realized that now at this very moment when he wasn't in the concert hall but in his own little world with Lydia. Nostalgia stabbed him again with the memories of them holding hands, practicing, arguing, eating lunch.
'Funny how the memories I cherished with you are just us doing little things you know?'
Fireflies filled the air like tiny floating stars surrounding them. Stiles didn't want to let this moment go, it was perfect.
But unfortunately the song was coming to end and perfect things don't last for long. As he ended the song, imaginary Lydia looked at him and slowly started to fade. Just then, everything faded and he was back on stage, the crowd once again awestruck at his performance. The audience and judges exploded in applause and started to throw flowers at him. Stiles held his head high and looked up at not only the ceiling, but up there in heaven where he knew Lydia would be.
Did my music made its way into your heart Lydia? I hoped it reached you up there. And one more thing, I love you too. Always have and always will.
The End.
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