"News"
My stepsisters were about to finished shopping when I said to the saleslady, "No, I won't buy. I don't know them. Nice too meet you. Hope to see you soon. But, now - I must to go. Bye!"
And she smiled at me waving her hands.
We were in the middle of the crowd when a girl in the stage stood up holding the microphone and able to announce some-thing important, I guessed. I didn't stopped on walking but Terry and Kora did.
The girl was starting to talk.
"Hello, everybody! How's your shopping?!"
"Great!" The crowd answered in unison.
"Really so great, because someone has arrive here in our town today and after hours he will come back here again with himself only. I think you already know that. And now, - let's have a countdown for an hour of waiting and welcoming the rockstar, Christopher de Rockha!!!" I turned and the huge tarpaulin went down open showing Christopher's image in a dark red leather jacket with a gray shirt under. He was smiling on the image hugging his favorite guitar ever.
Christopher taught me to follow my dreams eagerly. He taught me how to be me. He had been a friend of mine.
But, everything was gone after he went to Hollywood to fix something. I don't want to recall it anymore.
"Do you know him?" Asked Terry.
"No." I lied at her.
"How come?"
"I'm not his fan."
And we walked out from the mall called Mr. Thomas. After a few minutes, Mr. Thomas came.
He leaned out his head and asked us.
"How was your shopping?"
"Fine!" Terry and Kora said and went in to the van.
"Good." He said.
I just smiled at him hoped he understand.
I went in and still not smiling.
I think he noticed that I'm not enjoying the shop. He asked me.
"Did you buy something?" And he started to ride the van.
While we're driving I answered him.
"No, I didn't. I have a lot of clothes and dresses in my cabinet. I'm not yet suffering about that. I pretty sure I can still use them."
"Oh! You're right."
He stopped questioning me and I leaned my head to the window watching nothing. I think I'm just a camper in a boring forest.
Mr. Thomas turned on the radio of the van. He tried every channel until he chose the one, the News. He loves it.
A girl was speaking.
"The rockstar Christopher de Rockha has coming home this day and we only have wait an hour to meet and greet him a welcome. And when he will come, we will ask him about his long career improvement in Hollywood. Advance, - Good Luck rockstar."
And the news ended and a song was playing. One of Chris' song. It was "With You" the last song he sing and composed here in the country before he went to the Hollywood.
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Fly High | Book 2
Teen FictionA second story about a girl that has a big dream since she was born. She used to sing since she was a kid until she become fifteen. Ezra, the dreamer, dreams as soon to be reggae, pop, poprock, and jazz singer, songwriter and a guitarist. She's not...
