Jacobs POV
" oh how I missed this place!" I said swinging open the front door to my home back in Virginia. I'd had been gone so long I forgot the sweet smell of vanilla and sandalwood that my house constantly gave off.
I just got home from probably the most legendary tour...ever! I went all around the world, met so many new people and experienced so many new things. Along the way I wrote more, so I was ready to produce after my break.
Probably one of the best things about the entire tour was that my best friend and amazing girlfriend was there by my side, Laila. Without her I probably couldn't have made it so long away from home, from normalcy.
My mom thought it would be best if Laila went home and we could catch up later, I think we had spent so much time together that she didn't want us to get sick of each other , but I could never get sick of her.
" Jacob? It's that you?!" I heard the familiar female voice yell from down the hall...CAROLINE!!
I dropped everything and bolted out the door, practically tackling her to the ground with the biggest gorilla hug ever.
I almost started crying, I missed her so much. We didn't speak for a while, we just stood there embraced in each other grasp, I hadn't seen my beloved sister in 6 months.
Finally we let go and she stood in front of me. "You look so different, how could someone change so much in just 6 months ? " she said taking another step back as if that was going to give her a better look.
" like what?" I ask
" well your hair, I like it. And your taller, how you could get any taller, I don't know, but you are. "
She was right I was 6'1 now, but I'm pretty sure I'm done growing.
" my baby brothers all grown up, 17, and graduating high school, I just can't believe it" she said reaching up to grip me by the shoulders.
I understood that it had been a couple months but is not like we've been apart of years, but that's how she's reacting. It's ok though, she's just happy to see me, as I am to her.
I spent the next few hours unpacking all my things, reminiscing in all the things I missed, playing with my cats, and helping my mom with her scrapbook.
Scrap booking isn't a very manly hobby, but I enjoy helping my mom out sometimes. We have so many scrap books, and she's currently making one for the tour, I'm pretty sure she never wants us to loose the memories.
Along the long travels from city to city, country to country, that allowed me time to think about important things, things that don't involve singing and thousands of screaming fan girls.
I'm 17, almost 18. I'm graduating high school and I want to go to collage and succeed in life. Everyone says " well you've already had more success in your childhood than I've had my whole adult life" and I understand that, but I honestly don't know how far music can take me. I've lived out my dream, I've made a difference, I've become somebody, and I never want to let that go. I also want a real life too, a house in a neighborhood, a wife and kids, a real job. Maybe I can become a music producer, so I'll still get to be apart of what I love and aspire to do. I just don't see a future posing for thousands of fans on tours for the rest of my life, that's not real, and I want to be real.
I want to talk to my mom about his, I hope she will understand and support me, she's basically the reason and life behind my music career, and now she'll probably think I'm throwing it all away, but I'm not. I'll still make music, maybe even produce it, but I'm growing up and the pop star life just isn't where I see myself.
I feel like letting this go will disappoint so many, I just hope they realize that this isn't saying goodbye, but just a hello to the next chapter in my life.
" Jacob, darling can you go check the mail" I heard my mothers fair voice call from the kitchen.
I didn't verbally answer, but gave a silent nod in her direction as I walked out the front door.
Getting the mail, this is something normal kids do, it feels nice.
" insurance stuff.....that's for dad...mom...mom.....Juilliard...." I mumbled to my self flipping though the stack of envelopes.
Woah woah wait, a letter from Juilliard...
I applied there a couple month ago while on tour just to see if I could get in, with all that was happening I didn't actually see myself actually going, or even getting accepted.
My hands trembled and I held the single letter in my hand, my mom doesn't even know I applied...
Movement distracted me, causing me to look up, just one house down there was Laila getting her mail too, all dressed up in a sweatshirt and fuzzy pants, the usual. She flipped through the envelopes as I did and paused for a second, but then re collected herself.
She looked up and waved, I blew a kiss and she did in return, before returning back inside her house.
I decided to go back too, I didn't want my mom to get suspicious.
Walking past the dining table I gently tossed the stack where my mom would later find it, all except my letter from Juilliard. I can't open it just quite yet, I don't know how I will react when I do. Maybe getting in could be my new start, or maybe I won't get in at all...
AN:
I'm back!!! I've missed writing so much, I've missed this book, and all my lovely readers. I hope you enjoy this chapter, I will be writing a second one in Laila's POV of her return. Happy readings!
-LK
