The Princess Pages: A Girl Like Cinderella

Song Nineteen

WHEN EVEN A LITTLE EFFORT GETS SHOT DOWN TO HELL

Lucy found herself standing in the middle of an ocean of cheering fans, darkness enveloping the wide and seemingly endless stretch of people, holding up I HEART TRENT MORGAN banners, waving neon green glow-sticks in the warm air of the concert dome.

Her bluebell eyes fell on her clothes, and suddenly,she was four years younger; the 13-year-old Lucille Heartwood, who wore her long black hair in a precious braid swaying down her back, wearing an innocent smile across her pink, plump lips, her face illuminated with excitement.

She was wearing a white v-neck shirt with the words TRENT MORGAN emblazoned in black text. Her skinny jeans trailed down her legs, ending with a pair of cute black loafers.

"HOW ARE YOU DOING, CALIFORNIA!!??" The handsome 14-year-old singer and model boomed from the stage, miles away from the exhilarated brunette in glasses.

An uproar ensued, the sea of eager concert-goers screaming and cheering immensely.

Lucy's pink lips stretched into a wide, supportive smile as she gazed up the big stage.

Her breath hitched in her throat when the young singer raked his fingers over his blond mane, earning more squeals and approving shrieks from the massive crowd.

"Before I do one last song," the talented teenager said, "I'd like to ask a very special girl whom I've dedicated this piece, to please come up the stage.You, yes you,in the dark-rimmed glasses, cute braid and blue eyes! Everyone, kindly make room for my biggest fan.. LUCY HEARTWOOD!"

As if she were Moses in the bible, the thick mass of people parted like the red sea, and for a long moment, Lucy couldn't move. 

"Lucy!" Trent Morgan called her, edging closer to the rim of the stage, hunching down a bit and extending his hand out to the dumbstruck fan-girl.

His soft, confident voice snapped Lucy out of her trance, and she was now aware of the dirty looks and enviable glares several girls were throwing at her.

Taking a deep breath, the 13-year old brunette managed to make her way towards the stage, not even having to ascend the stairs because she shyly accepted the blond singer's hand, and he effortlessly pulled her up onto the stage, proffering a spare microphone to the girl.

All eyes were on them. 

Trent's tender green eyes met her blue ones, and under the dim light, she was fully aware of the deep red spreading across her freckled face. 

The singer was standing so close, his upturned lips merely inches away from her own.

"Lucy Heartwood, would you do me the honor of singing a duet with me?" he asked, gently taking her hand and lifting her knuckles near those tempting lips.

Before Lucy knew it, tears of joy rolled down her cheeks. "Yes," she whispered, feeling the singer's soft lips touch the back of her hand. 

She searched his expression, waiting for the time to start singing, but the bespectacled Lucy furrowed her eyebrows when the blond idol simply stared at her, his light green eyes dropping from her eyes to her lips.

Her heart skipped a beat, and she didn't have time to prepare herself as the object of her affections slowly closed the distance between them. 

Lucy angled her head carefully, but as his lips nearly brushed against hers, a beeping noise ruined the moment, abruptly breaking her out of the magic spell she was under.

BEEP-BEEP. BEEP-BEEP.BEEP-BEEP!

Bluebell eyes shot wide open, blankly gazing up at the ceiling of the attic which was her room.