Chapter 1: Resurfaced Dream

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This is what Carson's hair and eyes look like.

Carson's P.O.V.

I was in the car with my best friend, Luciana, or Lucy as I call her, to go to our concerts. I was going to be playing the piano and Lucy was going to be playing the violin. I can also play the violin, but I've already learned to play it.

Oh, I forgot to introduce myself. Well, my name is Carson Elise Wilder. I am 12 years old. Like I've said my best friend is Luciana, who is also 12. My mom is dead and I never knew my dad, but I live with my 5 brothers. My hair is silver and I usually wear it in low, long twin tails that are curled a bit.(the pig tails are longer than Ichigo's and are lower, they sit on her shoulders.) My eyes are a purple/magenta color. I usually am always wearing black. I'm very tomboyish and I don't wear skirts, dresses, or anything pink.

Luciana has short, straight, light brown hair that goes down to her shoulders. She has bangs too. She usually wears her hair down with the top part tied up with a ribbon. She has warm, big, dark brown eyes. She has an innocent and cute look to her. She is super nice, but ignorant and oblivious. She is girly and loves wearing dresses, skirts and pink. Gross.

Back to the car ride. Well, I was leaning against the window, watching the trees pass by. I had my ear buds in listening to Sarcasm by Get Scared. Luciana was blabbering on about how excited she was, not noticing how I wasn't listening.

I was so mad because my brothers forced me to wear a dress. The dress was flowy and it stopped just above my knee. It was a red brown color. I had a black blazer over it that had gold buttons. The sleeves stopped forearm and I had on a beaded bracelet. I had on bluish grayish flats to match.

When we got there, I sighed and got out reluctantly. "Come on. Don't be such a Debby Downer, Elly. This is gonna be so much fun." Lucy said, too enthusiastically if you ask me. She was wearing a deep red dress. It was about the same length of mine. On the top part it had lace with floral patterns and on the bottom part it was just the solid red, but had many layers which made it puffy. She wore black flats with bows on them to match.

She was skipping down the sidewalk with me trailing behind. My second oldest brother was behind me chuckling at the scene in front of him. I bet it was quite a sight. Two girls dressed all fancy, one skipping happily, the other grumbling angrily.

When we got into the building, Lucy and I went backstage to get ready. When the judges called my name, I walked out gracefully then bowed. I sat down and put my music in order. I was about to put my fingers on the chords when I froze up. I couldn't do it. There were so many people. What if I messed up?

I was about to get up and run off stage when I heard Lucy yell "You can do it. You put so much effort and time into practicing this. Don't give up on the most fun part. Now get your fingers moving and make me proud."

I couldn't keep the smile off my face and when I tried to move my hands my fingers moved. I started to play my piece, Weeping Willow. (Look it up. It's by Gabrielle Aapri. It's amazing.) When I finished I looked up and saw people crying. There was a deafening silence then a roar of applauds. I smiled, got up, then it was Lucy's turn. She started to play her piece, Neverland. (It's by blacksheep806. It's not just violin but imagine it is.)

Lucy was amazing as well. When she was done, we decided to take off, not wanting to listen to the other performances. It would be over soon anyway. She was leading me down the crowded street when she suddenly stopped. I didn't know why until she put her nose to the air and sniffed. I did the same and saw that everyone smelled like sweets.

A grin suddenly grew on Lucy's face and she turned to me and said "Lets go." I looked at her and saw her excitement. I couldn't help but feel the same. It's been so long since I last had something sweet. I saw the sweets festa and suddenly I was the one dragging her.

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