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Keeping Beat

Hey guys! Wow. It's been a long time since I posted anything on this! Not much has happened to me that requires and update, so I'll get right to the story! I hope y'all like it! :) -K

Here we are. Me, my best friend, a piano, and a class full of waiting students. Today was the first day that I was brave enough to perform in front of my classmates, or anybody for that matter. The "So You Think You Can Sing" competition has been around our school for a long time, though I never really felt like participating. Anxiety has kept me from ever sharing my voice with anyone. And now, here I sit.

I'd decided to sing the song that meant the most to me, as it would be easiest to share from the heart. A song called "Addict With A Pen". It was written by Tyler Joseph, and is performed by Twenty One Pilots. This song speaks to me in ways no one else can. As I get the ok from the teacher to begin, I hesitantly start pressing the piano keys one by one.

Hello
We haven't talked in quite some time.
I know
I haven't been the best of sons.

I sing, praying to be accepted by everyone. No one talks, as they are all interested in listening to the quiet girl sing from the heart. My hands keep moving and I begin to feel my self confidence growing, though I continue to look down at the piano to avoid the other students.

I try desperately to run through the sand as I
I hold the water in the palm of my hand.
'Cause it's all that I have and all that I need
And the waves of the water mean nothing to me.

I continue, and I finally decide to look up from the black and white pieces that I'm hitting. I notice a girl. A girl I haven't talked to, or ever seen smile. She was smiling. It meant so much to me that she was. I looked at her, and she nodded, mouthing the words as I sang.

By the time I push the last key, I feel extremely happy. Everyone begins clapping. My friends are all grinning at me, and some are congratulating me. I guess I really didn't have anything to be scared of.

As I stand up from the piano and walk to my seat, the girl comes up to me. And for the first time ever, she starts a conversation. I can see the happiness in her eyes, as if someone had finally understood her. She had a bubbly, slightly high-pitched voice as she talked about my performance. I couldn't help but blush at some of the things she said. And then, she hugged me. I vowed that from today on, I will protect her with my life.

Her name is Hope.