My stomach started doing flops as I headed down to the choir room, wondering what Mr. Robinski had in mind for us that day.
"Warm up, Ms. Porter, and we'll get started." Robinski was speaking with another student when I headed over to a practice room to warm up. I started doing scales and trills, and then saw Grayson walk in, as sullen as usual. He headed to the other practice room, but before he reached it, Mr. Robinski called us back over to start rehearsal.
"Today, we'll work on memorization and rhythm." He stated, motioning for the both of us to sit in the seats surrounding the piano. He began to play, and we let our voices follow the song, falling into a familiar pattern.
When we finished the run-through, Mr. Robinski looked at us, surprised. "That was quite good." He said, wide-eyed.
"Thanks, Mr. Robinski," I smiled.
"Can we go then? I've got a ton of homework to catch up on." Grayson said.
Mr. Robinski nodded. "I'll see you on Thursday for another practice!"
I headed out to the courtyard of the school, watching for my mom's car. I wouldn't be surprised if she'd forgotten that I needed to be picked up, though. It's not her fault, though. She's busy at work.
I pull out my phone to text Molly, wondering if maybe I could grab a ride from her and Riley, her boyfriend, but before I could, my phone buzzed.
Mrs. Potts💜💛🎭: Riley broke up with me!
Belle💙💛🎭: What are you talking about? You're literally soulmates.
Mrs. Potts💜💛🎭: He said he needed time by himself before we were together forever😭😭😭
Belle💙💛🎭: it'll be fine. You guys will be back together before you know it.
Mrs. Potts💜💛🎭:You're the best friend ever. ❤️❤️
I put my phone down after that, sighing. That's all I am. The best friend. I've become a side character in my own life. Helping people around me, but when no one's there, I'm invisible, unnecessary, and non-existent. The theme song of my life is someone else's. I'm in the background, a supporting character, while everyone else gets to be the main character of their life.
I don't want to be a supporting character anymore. I can do my own thing and become the main character of my own story. I can't just sit around, waiting for someone else's problems to come up when I know that the second I'm having an issue that person will be the quickest to turn away.
I wish I could change that. Instead, I stay on the bench. Waiting for my mother, and for the rest of the world. It's not my time yet. I say to myself. But will it ever be?
A/N: so... updates might be a bit slower starting soon due to rehearsals and school😁. Longer chapters might start popping up though. 💜
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