Chapter 7
Over the next 2 weeks I searched frantically for a song to sing for my audition. I thought of everything but nothing seemed right. Eventually I was convinced that I wouldn’t find a song to sing so I simply gave up and flopped onto the couch to watch some TV. On that day I realised what people mean when they say ‘true inspiration hits you when you least expect it.” While watching re-runs of my favorite TV show, Glee, I found my song.
Luckily, the next day was Wednesday and my last lesson on a Wednesday is an individual music lesson. Come to think of it…music is the only worthwhile lesson that I have on a Wednesday! I don’t even have maths. So, I dragged myself through all the subjects that made me snore until FINALLY it was the last lesson of the day.
I ran to the music block and when I got there, I dropped onto my knees begging my music teacher to give me the lesson to prepare my audition song. “But Aqeelah, the auditions are only in 3 months!” Mrs. Rhodes said
“I know ma’am but…I just want to be very well prepared.”
She sighed and said “Very well then. You may use the main music room…but don’t go making a habit of this”
My face lit up “Thank you so much Mrs Rhodes!” I gushed before running to the main music room.
I. L O V E the main music room. It’s like heaven on Earth for me! Probably my 2nd most favourite place in the world. The doors are 2 sets of double doors and inside…inside is every single instrument you can imagine. The second you step foot into the room you can sense the creativity and ispiration of anybody who’s ever made music in there. The walls are lined with guitars, drums, saxophones, flutes, violins and cellos. I’ve pretty much mastered guitar, drum and cello. But there is one instrument that I haven’t quite mastered yet…
In the centre of the room, opposite the door stands a gourgeous, black, glossy baby grand piano. It stands there with it’s paint glistening in the afternoon sun.
I played around with the other instruments for about 30 minutes before realising suddenly that I had less than 10 minutes to prep my song! I sat down at the piano and whipped out the sheet music that I printed out the night before.
I took a deep breath before resting my fingers gently on the cool ivory keys. “I can do this ” I told myself. I look up at the music and begin to play the first few notes slowly, tenderly, gently. After the intro, I start to sing. That’s where it all goes wrong. My timing is out and the notes from the piano sound like they’re coming from a strangled cat.
Frustrated I grabbed my phone and just started playing the backtrack from there. Then I started singing. Once I start, there’s no stopping me. The song takes over my brain and my emotions and I get transported to an entirely different world. A world where I can do anything, be anybody, anytime I want to. For me, music is magic that’s just been given another name. Somewhere in the middle of the song, the final bell rang but I just continued to sing, way too caught up in the moment to stop. About a minute later I thought I felt the breeze of the door opening but I carried on singing. I sang until the last note of the backtrack died down and when I was finished I knew that was the song I HAD to sing for the audition. “Pity I couldn’t play it on the piano.” I said to myself before walking out of the music room.
The music block itself is quite far from the main school building so it took me about 4 minutes to reach the carpark, especially since i was taking a slow stroll. I usually get fetched by my mom but she’s working late this week so I take the 16:10 bus. I glanced down at the time on my phone 15: 07 . I still had some time to kill. I finished my homework and decided to practice my song. I opened my bag and rifled through the things inside. Then I realised I’d left my sheet music in the music room. Ugh! Typical forgetful me! With a groan I un enthusiastically began the long walk back to the music room on my way praying that it would still be open since it was already 15:40.
To my surprise when I got there the double doors of the music room were wide open. From inside came the smooth notes of somebody playing “Chasing Cars” on the piano.
I crept closer to the door and stood against the wall to keep from being seen. I closed my eyes and just let the notes soothe me and the music drift me away…
Then a voice began singing. A male voice.
“We’ll do it all.
Everything.
On our own” he sang
I froze. I knew that voice. The same one that intrigued me the first day he came to our school. The same voice that chatted to me during maths. It was Zayn’s voice.
Authors note:
I promised you something interesting…and there it is ;) @zakit97 for feedback. keep reading.x
