Chapter 10 Singing Like Nobody is Listening

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The signs are all colorfully colored and a few costume pieces were spared. Hopefully, just hopefully this will work. My legs are cramped from sitting in the drama room's prop room for over 2 hours. I get up to stretch, my legs and to get out of this stuffy prop room. I walk out onto the stage feeling a sudden rush go through me of pure joy. I loved being on this stage, but these last months’ rehearsals were terrible. I sang flat, missed cues and tripped... a lot! I cringe just thinking about it and we only have two more days of rehearsal before Christmas break! I feel so embarrassed just thinking about everything that has happened. I close my eyes allowing myself to just feel embarrassed letting it soak in. I open up my eyes and try to distract myself I step into the center of the stage and look around. The spotlight is still on and gaze above at it smiling a little to myself. 

A song pops into my head and at first I hum a little and look around before I start to sing.

"She..... She, an't real... she won't be able to love you like I will...." 

My mouth pours out the lyrics to Adele's Rumor Has It. I start off slow and then add a little bit of Glee. Soon I'm dancing around the stage. 

"Don't forget me, I beg! I remember you said!" my voice rings. 

Mystery Mr. Darcy's Pov 

"Alright Mr. Sanchez I will have that report ready for you next Friday!" I say nodding my head and giving a quick wave before hurrying out the classroom. I head down to my locker and shove the remainder of books in it and hurry out the main entrance doors. I can hear a soft hum of music coming for the Drama room. 

"Miss Lance must have forgot to turn off the speakers at rehearsal" I think and open up the drama room door. 

But what I heard was not the familiar hum of the speakers, but a voice singing to a familiar tune.  

Her hazel eyes could be seen even in the darkness of the room and her voice rang through the room so clearly and so vibrantly. Her light brown hair swings side to side as she goes to each corner of the stage. At first I think Ally might see, but she continues on oblivious. So I sit down in the very back row of sits and watch her. A part of me wanted to jump right up on that stage with her, but the other part of me just wanted to sit there like a creeper, so I sat. She never sang like this in rehearsal, I mean I still thought she sounded good, but not like this.

To my disappointment she soon looks at her watch and looks at the stage and smiles, then jumps off.

I wait until the spotlight turns off and the backdoor closes before I get up and walk out myself, still hearing her voice inside my head.

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