An abused musician is forced to move across state lines, her skills being forced to make more money. It isn't until she meets three other men, that she finally understands love.
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Willow Snow is a senior piano protégé, her life constantly in camer...
Sorry for the wait! I've been busy with transferring to a new college, so that's pretty much been taking up all of my time. Enjoy a little making out time towards the end to (hopefully!) make up for it.
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I chewed on my lip as I looked over the email I had just received, trying to think of a way of getting out of the concert without alerting Janice. I didn't want to preform anymore, not until I had at least found the love I had missed in playing. The concert was only two weeks away, a week away from when we moved into our new home, three weeks away from my eighteen birthday, and four weeks from our winter concert. I would be free soon, free from Janice's reign, free from the useless concerts she demanded.
I'll finally be free.
I had finished all of the paperwork for graduating early, and made sure the rest of the guys did as well. I was actually surprised at how we settled into a bit of a routine, except for the occasional glitch from Brynn or one of the guys companies. Theo had finally officially commit to Cross Enterprise, and had been spending more and more time in a lab there. I made sure to bring by Chinese food on the weekends, and eat lunch with him in the little cafeteria they had there.
But now I had to tell the guys I had one last concert, although, maybe I could change this concert up. I didn't have to play the same old music, the crowd pleasers, the hard ones that people loved to watch my fingers fly across the keys. I could play Claire de Lune, or one of my originals. I could even play a fucking pop song, and I think people would pay to listen.
I finished replying to the email when I heard the front door open and slam shut, followed by heavy footsteps up the stairs. My eyebrows furrowed as I left my burrow of blankets at the living room couch to walk to the stairs just as Finch and Theo came running through the front door.
"Was that Ronan?" I asked as I peeked up the steps, the concert long gone from my thoughts.
"Yeah, he... uh... something, news, mad..." Finch said between pants, his knees bent with his palms placed against them. I stifled a chuckle as I watched him, glancing back over to Theo, who nodded and had his arms crossed over the top of his head.
"Can you repeat that once you actually can breathe?" He huffed and nodded, glancing back up the stairs at the same time as heavy metal music in a language I didn't quite understand began blaring.
"He heard something on the radio on the way home, on one of his German channels he listens to every once in a while, and pretty much shut down. He began typing on his phone and talking to someone in angry German speak, and as soon as we got home he bolted." Theo said as he finally got his breathing back, my eyes widening as I began to ru my other stairs.
"Ah, ah, ah." Finch tutted, wrapping his arm around my waist to prevent me from bounding up the steps.
"What do you mean, ah, ah, ah!" I mocked him, pushing his hands away to whirl around and face the both of them.
