Competition Of A Lifetime

Chapter 14:

(A/N im so sorry this chapter is extrodinarily long. I had alot to jam into this chapter because im ending it in the next one.)

I stare at the ceiling. It’s been 23hrs. I am going to get a response soon on whether or not I made it. The guys told me the top 3 would be told if they made it or not. I felt my phone buzz in my pocket and I didn’t touch it. I took a few breaths in and out and turned my phone on. It wasn’t an email. It was a tweet from Adam.

“@Skydoesminecraf: From the top 3 @ChelseaMay @KellyAnn and @KindleCurse we have decided the winner. Results posted in 1 hour exactly!”

I put my phone down on the bed space beside me and fall asleep.

-Dream-

I was having a similar dream to the one I had a few nights ago. I was walking down a semi familiar street. Straight up the pathway to the large white house. Walk in. Fiddle with ring. It was almost the same. Something felt different though. My confusion was filled, instead with sadness, despair, and sorrow. I started down the hallway and into that recording room again. What I wrote on the paper this time, became understandable. I read the first word as I wrote it. Promise. Why was I writing promise? What the fuck was my dream trying to do? I read the first few words that came up on the page. Promise – A declaration of; every word after that a blurry again. At the end of the page something very clear to me. Broken. The sentence it had after it was very familiar to me also. Reduced to fragments; Fragmented. Like me. I stared at the paper a bit longer. Like me? Last time I checked I wasn’t too depressed. I have not cut since last year. Im reformed. Lonely would describe me but, broken?

-End Dream-

I awoke to a vicious vibrating of my phone. It was an email. I slowly unlocked my phone and clicked on the mail. I read the email. Then re-read the email. Then read the email again after that. What do they mean, didn’t win? (A/N OHHH PLOT TWIST BITCHES DIDN’T EXPECT THAT DID YOU). I turned off my phone and flung it against the wall. I heard a thud of my phone landing on the carpet and just lay there, feeling the tears pool up in my eyes and spill over. Realisation hitting me harder than I ever expected. Regret filling me. I should have sent them a video of me playing music. I knew it. Mum always said I should share my love of music with everyone I meet. Mum always loves me playing the piano.

I roll out of bed and retrieve my phone from the floor. Walking out of my bedroom I walk into my small make-shift recording studio. I sit at the piano and began to mash a few keys.after a minute of warming up I decide to play a song I have recently learnt for the piano.

You've got the words to change a nation

But you're biting your tongue

You've spent a life time stuck in silence

Afraid you'll say something wrong

If no one ever hears it how we gonna learn your song?

So come, on come on

Come on, come on

You've got a heart as loud as lions

So why let your voice be tamed?

Baby we're a little different

There's no need to be ashamed

You've got the light to fight the shadows

So stop hiding it away

Come on, Come on

I wanna sing, I wanna shout

I wanna scream till the words dry out

So put it in all of the papers,

I'm not afraid