His Falling Star

Prologue

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I was smiling while watching her perform on stage. She moves flawlessly, she sings those high notes effortlessly, I was so proud of her. She seems like another Jennifer Lopez. I cannot even believe that somebody as perfect as her is already a mother, more surprisingly, is that I'm her daughter.

"She's perfect isn't she?" I looked at the little boy, about my age with my forehead creased. What would a seven year old boy do in a concert of such like this? Nevertheless I nodded.

"She's one of the best performer." Again the boy talked to me. I sighed but then I nodded, because I totally agree.

"Oh. I guess your parents taught you not to talk to strangers. But trust me, I'm not bad." I crossed my arms and looked at him. Look at this little kid talking like an adult. What is he? I tried to see what he looks like but I failed because of the light.

"Didn't your parents taught you that?" I asked him with furrowed brows.

"Hey! You already talked to me. Haha." I rolled my eyes, guess he's still his age. I looked at the stage again and was mesmerized of what I saw.

"She looks so happy and free." I whispered to my self. But unluckily, the little boy heard it.

"That means she loves what she's doing." I looked at him again and collected all my courage to ask him.

"You talk like you knew everything. Why are you even talking to me? What are you doing in this concert?" I asked.

"I just feel like talking to you. I went here to watch my mom." I almost fell at my seat when I heard his answer. But then I tried my best not to show any hint of surprise.

"You're weird, you know that?" I frankly told him.

"What's weird with watching your mom on a concert?" He asked seemingly clueless.

"It's not that. You aren't supposed to talk to me. If you're bored you shouldn't have gone here in the first place."

"No, really I just felt like talking to you. I just followed my instincts."

"You really are weird." I shook my head and shifted my eyes on the stage again. We were silent for I don't know how many minutes. And then he talked again. Couldn't he last this concert without talking to me?

"What would you want to be when you grow up?" He asked.

"Why would I tell a stranger my dream?" I asked without looking at him. And focused on what's happening in front of me.

"Well, I'm--"

"Nevermind. I'm not interested. Besides I wouldn't lose anything by telling you my dream. It's not like you're going to steal it."

"So, what would you want to be?"

"I want to be like her."

"Well, let's meet each other again when we become stars. I hope we're not going to be rivals."

BANG! BANG!

I looked up the stage and my world started to fell apart with dreams.

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