My Musical Romance // l.h. ❌

Chapter 2

Chrissy's P.O.V.

"Hello? Please wake up!" A deep voice spoke as I felt a gentle shake on my shoulders. "Uh.. what happened..?" I groaned with the ache in the unreachable center of my head. "Thank god, she's awake! Mate, help me." The voice spoke as two pairs of hands helped me to sit up. As I opened my eyes, I looked into the possibly brightest blue eyes I had ever seen. Their owner was smiling at me, biting down on his bottom lip piercing and I swear, his smile was to die for. He was wearing a black sweater that hugged his body perfectly and a red snapback with some blonde streaks dangling out.

"What happe-" I repeated, but lip ring boy cut me off.

"I'm incredibly sorry! I... uhm.. I accidentally kicked a ball at you. I'm sorry!" he stuttered, still holding on to my arm. "Don't worry, I'm alright." I lied as I wouldn't want to cause a scene. "What's your name, love?" he asked as his eyes continued to apologize to me. "I'm Chrissy."

"Well nice meeting you, Chrissy, my name's Luke and this is Calum." he pointed at a boy I hadn't even noticed until now. "Are you sure you're not hurt?" Luke asked, but he was interrupted by some guy with really colourful hair yelling "HEY GUYS STOP FLIRTING AND GET YOUR ASSES BACK HERE!"

"We gotta go, see you Chrissy!" they said in sync and left me standing there baffled like I had just met a celebrity. I realized that the sun had begun to set, so I decided to head back home.

As soon as I stepped through the front door, the familiar sound of Blink-182 echoed from my phone.

"Hello?" I picked up.
"Hey Chrissy, it's Dan. Just wanted to say that we have to cancel tonight's movie night, because my mum's feeling pretty sick again."
"Oh shit... Hope the doctors will finally find out the reason for her constant state of being ill soon... Go look after her and call me when you need help. You know I can handle your mom better than you." I smirked.

"Yeah whatever. See you, Chrissy." he replied and hung up.

I entered my kitchen and turned on the radio when the advert for the Battle of the Bands came on.

"Grab yourself some popcorn, because it's gonna be a suspense-packed month...10 different groups of extraordinarily talented musicians will participate in this years Battle of the Bands, starting really soon! Only less than two weeks to go and we're all going crazy of excitement. Get the official app now to be updated on who plays themselves into round 2. It's gonna be a heated season so stay tuned!" the promotional kind of voice finished, blending into the intro of Katy Perry's new song.

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A few days later - thursday to be exact - we were having yet another band practise as the Battle would begin in two days.
"Come on, we have to get this right, guys! Will, we play the intro twice and THEN Dan joins in with the guitar! Joe, you have to play a tiny bit faster or we're not perfectly in sync." I said, trying really hard to get everything right.

"Chrissy, we all need a break. Especially you." Dan answered in a calming voice and added "I know this is our big chance, but it wouldn't be the end of the world if we don't win this thing. Why is this so important to you?"

*flashback*
I stop singing, exhausted and totally out of breath.
"You have to practise harder, honey. You have to be better than everyone else. You must be perfect!" my mother pushes, encouraging me to practise 24 hours a day just to win this goddamn talent contest. "Beating everyone else is the most important thing."

"Why can't I go outside and play?" I mumble as I glance out the window, seeing children all over the playgrounds, having fun, laughing, while I'm cut off from the outside world, trying to run the gamut from the lowest to the hightest notes.

"Honey, you know that friends are only causing drama and we don't want them to ruin your career, right? Alright, concentrate." she instructed imperiously. "Sorry, I need a break." I breath out. "You don't need such things as 'break' during practise! Come on, the faster you get this right, the earlier we can move to the next part of the song." she says putting her fingers back on the piano keys.

*flashback end*

"Alright. I think we practised as much as we possibly could the past week and I want to say, I'm honestly proud of us. You're right. Even if we don't get through the competition, we still improved ourselves and I think that's something! Let's round all of this off with a free day and on saturday we're gonna give our best!" I said excitedly.

Dan gave standing ovations to my speech, making me chuckle, as they packed the instruments in their cases. "So, uh, I guess I'll see you on saturday." I said and hugged them, while they left through the front door. "See you, Chrissy."

Trying to kill some time, I went for a walk with Stella, took a shower, etcetera, until I decided to go have dinner at Nandos, which was about 2 miles away. I hopped onto my motorcycle and within a couple minutes I entered the restaurant filled with a mouth-watering smell.

I sat down at a table in the back and half an hour later I finished my peri-peri chicken. Throughout the whole time, there had been a group of boys talking (loudly) and laughing (really loudly) and I felt like they were familiar, but it was too dark for me to recognize any of them. When I took my last bite, those boys left the building, leaving it to be silent.

Then I grabbed my bag and made my way to the pay desk, but when I was about to hand out my money, the waitress declined, pulling up her eyebrows. "Your friend already paid the meal."

"My what?" I asked, obviously confused.

"Oh, my bad! I assumed he was your friend. Wait a second...Look, he actually left a note when he paid!" she chirped, handing me a piece of paper with pretty neat handwriting on it.

Hello! I saw you when you walked in and directly recognized your face, which I've accidentally hit with a football! Again, sorry for that... I thought as a compensation, I'd pay your meal, hoping you're not (still) mad at me or so! Have a nice evening :-)
Luke xx

"Who draws smileys with noses?" I mumbled, walking out of the restaurant.

This boy just kept crossing my way. I could have called him if he'd written his number on it though, but as I knew my luck, he would probably appear again sooner than expected.