Prologue

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by _pnm_xo

by _pnm_xo

The audience erupted with cheers as I walked up the stage. My black heels clicked on the hard wooden floor as I held my head up high with confidence. I reached the mic stand waiting for the soft music to start playing. I sang so passionately that the crowd cheered even louder; that boosted my confidence even more. I come to this lounge every Friday and Saturday night just to sing. I love it so much! It makes me feel like I'm one step closer to living my dream. Everybody wants to sing nowadays, but not because they love it, but because they want the money and fame that comes with it. For me, it's different; I don't care about money or fame, all i want is to sing and hope that people get inspired by my. I looked through the crowd of people before spotting a unfamiliar man that had just entered. He sat down on a nearby table before ordering a drink. I know almost every person that comes to this lounge so it's easy for me to identify a newcomer. He then focused all his attention on me, looking very much impressed by my singing. That boosted my confidence even more.

A while later his drink arrived and he thanked the waitress before his eyes met mine. An amused grin spread across his face and I quickly tore my gaze from him; he probably thinks I was checking him out. Awkward. After singing two more songs I spoke into the microphone saying, "Thank you so much for yet another wonderful night. I appreciate you coming to support me, it makes me feel like I'm one step closer to living my dream. Have a great night!" I stepped down the stage before exhaling in relief.

"You were great up there." I heard a voice say to me. I turned around to meet the face of the man I had seen earlier. He was very handsome with a beautiful smile and wild curly hair. I smiled at him, "Thank you." I was about to walk away when he gently grabbed my arm. "Sorry to be so forward, but would you care to join me for a drink?" He offered politely. I looked at the time on my phone. 21:45. I guess I could use a drink. "Sure," I said to him. I followed him to a empty booth.

"Where are my manners, I'm Jacob Perez, and you are?" He asked. "Nice to meet you Jacob Perez, I'm Kiara Daniels." I smiled and he nodded. The waitress came to our table and asked us if we would like some drinks. I settled for some Sprite while Jacob asked for some Lemonade.

"So, Jacob, where are you from?" I questioned him, trying to start a conversation. "I'm from here, Los Angeles California. What about you?" I took a sip of my beverage before responding, "I'm originally from London, but I moved to California with my parents when I was eight."

"That would explain your slight European accent." He nodded to himself. "Yes, but I kinda lost it a little, but you can still hear it." I shrugged. "Anyway, how old are you? You seem pretty young." he asked. I chuckled and replied, "I'm 17, but I'm turning 18 soon."

"I'm 18 already." He boasted. I playfully rolled my eyes. After endless talking I bid the young fellow goodbye. He insisted that we meet up again, so we exchanged numbers and went our separate ways. I drove back home that night with a smile on my face.

There you have it! I'm finally done with exams :)

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