It'd been a week and I'd gone back to school. Everything was the same. Everything was OK. Not perfect. But OK. Another thing was that I still couldn't get that idea of singing for a living out of my head. It would be awesome! But what would my friends think of me. They'd probably think I was a weirdo for aiming so high, and considering I had stage fright maybe it wasn't such a good idea. But then again maybe preforming for a living would helping me overcome my anxiety levels. Or... it would increase them. Why was I even thinking about this? It would only happen in my dreams. I finally snapped out of my thoughts when my whiny blonde haired sister screeched at me from downstairs to get a move on. I chuckled and walked downstairs. "Took your time." Alissia stood by the doorway in a mint green dress pouting and tapping her foot. "Stop blocking the door or we'll be more late than we already are." Ally huffed and stepped aside. "I'm gonna kick your butt if I get a detention."
"You're such a goodie goodie." We carried on bickering until we got to school.
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Starry Eyed
Ficción GeneralWhen Matthew Smith is convinced to sing at a karaoke bar and is stunned by the roar of the crowd he says to his friends he doesn't want to sing for a living. But he secretly now knows what he wants to do with his life. Can he accomplish it? Or will...
