Right From The Start {Book 2}

Only The Beginning

Author's Note: Excuse me for not updating in like forever. I promise you the wait was worth it, hopefully. Continue to read, comment, and vote. Not to mention if you get any ideas for my story to PM me. Thanks.

- - - -(LEON'S POV)- - - -

"Finally. The princess has arrived." [Diego]

"Look I'm only here because of the assignment and because I don't want to fail this semester. I don't want to start anything besides the assignment is that clear." [Me]

"Whatever. I was thinking we should do a simple reprise of Euphoria." [Diego]

"I was thinking more of singing See You Again." [Me]

"Euphoria has a better range to play around with. It fits both of our vocal ranges and I think it's a neutral song to perform." [Diego]

"Fine. But I get to pick the style." [Me]

"As long as it's not pop." [Diego]

"Nope. Soft rock." [Me]

"Not a terrible choice. How do we distribute the vocals." [Diego]

"Chorus we will sing together." [Me]

"Obviously. Who starts the first verse?" [Diego]

"Rock, paper, scissors?" [Me]

"We're not little kids. Let's flip a coin. Call heads." [Diego]

"It's tales." [Me]

"Of course it is." [Diego]

This session with Diego is going to take a while. In fact the only person I wish was here was Violetta. But not to worry because I plan on making a visit after we used all of our time in Angie's classroom.

Now that I am thinking about it, I kind of wished I hadn't. Seeing what I saw. It was utter betrayal.

- - - -(VIOLETTA'S POV)- - - -

I'm in the middle of working on the assignment. Translating a song from one language to the other is quite difficult then anticipated. Each language has a different way of presenting words into a sentence. For example, Spanish uses adjectives after the noun while in English it is the total opposite.

The more I continue to work on this assignment the more it makes me think about her. My mom. I'd imagined her helping me, wanting to hear me sing in her native language. At times I even wonder what it would be like to sing with her.

"Is there something you need?" [Me]

"Sorry. I was just observing, as creepy as that sounds. I came in to put away something then when I saw you I noticed that you look a bit sad." [Tomas]

"I'm not sad it's more like wishing for a dream rather than reality." [Me]

"I'm not sure I follow." [Tomas]

"Pablo's assignment is quite the challenge and I know the perfect person who could help me. But she is not around." [Me]

"May I ask who?" [Tomas]

"My mom. Her first language is Spanish, not to mention she was quite the singer in Spain." [Me]

"What is her name? I might know her." [Tomas]

"Maria Saramego." [Me]

"My dad listens to her, has records of hers. I also heard what had happened to her. I am sorry." [Tomas]

"Thanks. She is why I have a passion for music." [Me]

"You miss her. It's like when I came here for the studio and left my family back in Spain. Everyday I call them but it's not the same with having them right there beside you. At times I wish they were here so I can share this experience with them." [Tomas]