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3. Let's make a song

"Hey," I hear as I slam my locker closed. I see a long muscled guy with brown hair and captivating brown eyes leaning on the lockers beside me.

"Hey," I answer smoothly checking him out. "I'm Matthew," the boy says sticking out his hand. "I'm Kailee," I inform him shaking his hand.

"Are you new here? I've never seen you before." Matthew nods his head. "I just moved here from North Carolina."

"Cool," I get excited. "North Carolina is cool." Matthew looks at me confused.

"You've been there?" He asks with a shocked expression.

"Why so shocked?" I tease the guy leaning against my locker. "I don't know, you don't seem like one of those girls that actually leaves L.A.," He explains. "One of those girls that never leave L.A.?" I ask him raising my eyebrows.

"Yeah, those girls that think L.A. is everything. Like that girl," he points at Charlotte. "She'll probably never leave L.A., spending most of her time in the malls here." His words make me laugh.

"You're probably right, but I'm not like that." I turn my head back to Matthew. "I actually hate shopping. I actually travel a lot." I let out that it's mostly to go on tour with my father.

"And yes, I've been in North Carolina. My best friend's family comes from there. My uncle takes me dirt biking a lot. Like a lot." I said emphasizing the last word.

"This is confusing. Your best friend, but also your uncle? They're the same person?" I laugh at Matthew's puzzled look.

"No, my best friend is my cousin. My uncle is her father." I explain as the bell rings. I say 'bye' to Matthew and take off to my class.

As I walk into the music classroom most eyes are trained on me. It's something I'm used to by now, but it still doesn't mean I like it when people stare at me.

That's one of the few things I have in common with my mother, we both hate attention. But because people all over the world know who I am and have followed me all over the world I'm used to it.

I don't like it, but I'm used to it. There's a difference. I take a glance at my usual spot and when I see it's empty as usual, I sit down beside the piano.

Just like both my parents, I'm fascinated by music. I love how you can mix certain sounds to a song. How some songs make you feel things. How music speaks louder than words. How music brings people together.

It doesn't matter how big your differences are when you love the same music, you put all of that away to just listen to that together for a little while.

When I was only a one-year-old little girl, I played the piano for the first time. I didn't know how to play, but I was so fascinated by the ginormous thing placed in our living room.

I wasn't allowed to touch it, but when my parents weren't around, I pulled myself up to the stool in front of it. I touched the keys and wonderful sounds came out. For some reason, by pressing all the keys listening to the notes, my one-year-old self was able to make a song.

Immediately after my father heard the noise he came rushing into the living room. Only when he saw me playing he sat down beside me and ever since then he thought me how to play all sorts of instruments.

It kind of became our thing. My father is my idol and one day I want to be like him. To make people feel stuff with my music. I have to work for it, but I will. I already am, but nobody knows that.

Back to the point, as I sit down on the stool in front of the piano. All eyes turn back to the front of the class. I follow the gazes of my classmates to see Matthew standing in front of the class. His eyes wander through the classroom.