Being Josh Ramsay's Daughter

Discovered

"I'm going for a walk." I said, pulling my shoes on and walking out the front door.

"Be back before dark." Dad said, as I shut the door.

I wasn't actually going for a walk. I just like to sit outside sometimes and sing. But j don't want Josh or the boys to know because I can't sing and I don't want them to try and make me better.

I was laying in the grass, singing to one of the new Marianas Trench songs that my dad showed me a week ago. I finished off the last verse and heard clapping from behind me.

I whipped my head around to see Matt and Josh standing there clapping.

"Wow! You can really carry a tune." Matt said.

"How come I never knew you could sing?" Dad asked.

"I didn't want you to find out." I said, rather upset that they were listening to me.

"Why not Cadi, you're really good." Dad said.

"I'm not nearly as good as you guys and I didn't want you to try and teach me." I said, running past them to the door.

"Wait!" Matt yelled, just before I went inside.

"What." I said, in a very (unintentionally) rude voice.

"Maybe you want to come to the studio and sing something for a producer?" Matt offered.

"Not in this life time or the next!" I shouted, running to my room.

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Josh walked into my room and sat beside me on the bed.

"What do you want?" I spat out.

"Why don't you want to come to the studio?" He asked, as if he didn't even care that I was being rude to him and Matt.

"I'm not like you Dad. I'm not talented, I can't sing, nobody would ever want to listen to me sing." I said, staring at a poster I had on one of my walls, it said 'You can do anything; as long as you commit'.

"No, Cadi don't do that to yourself. Your voice is beautiful. You have real talent."

"Look Dad, drop it. I didn't even want you to find out about this okay. I'm not gonna go."

"Why are you so against the idea of this?"

"I never even wanted you to find put that I sing. There is no way that I'm going and you cannot make me!" I shouted.

"Acadia. Don't yell at me. Think about it and I'll ask you how you feel in the morning." Dad said, standing up.

"I've thought as much as I'm going to. I'm not going."

"Ugh you're so difficult! I wish..." Dad started, as I interrupted him.

"You wish I lived with my mom? Well maybe if I knew who she was that might be a possibility. But every time I bring it up, you...do that." I said, as he stood there glaring at me for mentioning my mother.

He walked out of my room without a word. I felt bad about how I had acted and spoke to him, but I wasn't being unreasonable...I don't think.