"Jesus Kass when are you just gonna accept that you are an amazing singer?!" My bestfriend Heather argued for about the 100000000th time in her life. I rolled my eyes at her frustrated face.
I honestly wasn't that good.
"I'll second that." My brother yelled from the sofa raising his arm for us to acknowledge his existence.
Heather made a sound of appreciation and waved in the general direction of my idiotic older brother George. " see! Listen to Georgie boy!" She said and poked me in the chest glaring at me in all my stubbornness glory.
"When are you two going to get it into your thick skulls that I am 1: not a good singer and 2: I have stage fright so there is NO way I could EVER perform." I said slowly like I was talking to a child hoping that it would get through to them loud and clear.
"Yeah but that's where your wrong." George spoke from the couch whilst watching the screen and twiddling his thumbs fast to kill the zombies.
"You are 1: amazing a singing and 2: you can get over it." Heather said placing her hands on her hoops trying to seem aggressive when she was in fact incredibly small. Her brown curly hair was in her face but her forest green eyes pierced into mine as she glared defiantly.
"Whatever. I know I'm right." I said rolling my eyes again as she let out a snort of frustration and opened her mouth to give me a long lecture on self confidence or my amazing singing voice or some shit like that.
I tuned out but made sure I looked like I was paying attention so she wouldn't get even more annoyed and leave.
I know you're all probably thinking either my brother and friend were exaggerating or that I was in fact as good as they thought and should stop being so bratty and come out of my denial but I genuinely thought that I wasn't good.
Sure I sounded okay in the shower but there were much better singers than me and my voice couldn't get the high notes to a certain extent and sometimes I thought I sounded too throaty.
"ARGHH! I give up you know. Call me when you realise you are actually amazing." Heather raged, her eyes glinting before she turned for the door. It always ended up with her leaving my house because she was so frustrated but she would be back the next day and would text me in the evening as per usual.
Before she left she sent my brother a meaning full look that I couldn't quite decipher.
"Whatever." I sighed before running up to my room.
I threw in my Ed Sheeran CD to my player and started singing along to photograph adding in some harmonies here and there until I heard my voice breaking and becoming raspy. I settled for just listening and texted heather.
She texted me an incredibly long lecture about how good my voice was and sent me links to record label sights and auditions for the X factor and the voice but I didn't bother looking at them and skimmed over the text so I would get the gist if she started making references to it or telling me to explain it or something like that. oh well i better get to sleep.
"DEAR COME DOWN FOR BREAKFAST!" My mother shouted up to me. I slowly got up and threw on my slipper socks and a dressing gown to eat my breakfast.
"I'm having a shower! So if you need to pee; pee now!" I yelled to my family whilst collecting my shampoo, conditioner and hairbrush along with my razor. I heard George bounding up the stairs and to the bathroom.
"ALL FREE KASS!" He called to me when he was finished and I went to the bathroom. I started up my shower playlist (I'm not sad there were just songs I liked to listen to in the shower.) and hopped in after stripping and letting the temperature warm up.
I sung as I washed me hair and combed the conditioner through.
Whitney Houston's 'I have nothing' came on and I out all my emotions into reaching the strong notes and drawing them out.
"I don't really need to look very much further. I don't wanna have to go where you don't follow." I started to build.
"But don't make me close one more door! I don't want to hurt anymore! Stay in my arms if you dare! Or must I imagine you there! Don't walk away from me....I have nothing. Nothing nothing if I don't have you." I sung as strong as I could surprisingly reaching all the notes and I actually sounded pretty good.
"Shit Kass! That was the bomb!" George exclaimed from out side the door, it wasn't the first time he had listened to me in the shower so I wasn't to surprised, but when I heard heather agree with him I was shocked.
How the hell was she up so early?! And why was she listening to me in the shower? That's honestly a bit creepy.
"Heather that's creepy and how are you up?" I asked hearing her laugh.
"Just thought I'd hear you at your best to get some more points on your absolutely fabulous voice to argue with. " I chuckled and continued my singing as the chorus went again.
By the end of the Whitney Houston song I had done showering and got dressed with the clothes I bought into the bathroom with me, still singing some made up song I had composed a while ago. When I opened the door I found two idiots with cups pressed up agains the now gone bathroom door, their ears attached to the other side.
I stopped singing and they slowly looked up sheepishly.
I raised my eyebrow at them and they turned red. Not that I didn't expect it, it was just funny to see them squirm in embarrassment. I am not harsh, the amount of times they embarrassed me have made up for my short lived cruelty.
"Finally your out! I need the loo again!" George covers up and shoved his cup into heathers "thanks for the cup heather." He said as he walked into the bathroom shutting the door behind him.
We heard him shuffling about instead if going straight to the toilet and heather looked at me questioningly. I shrugged honestly not knowing what he was doing. She shrugged back and got up from the floor.
"You know you standing up from the floor doesn't make that much of a difference to your height." I commented making her go bright red and slap my arm. I laughed and made my way to my bedroom, a fuming heather in tow. She'd get over it.
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