Life is inherently risky. There is only one big risk you should avoid at all costs, and that is the risk of doing nothing. Rylee follows her path to the one thing that matters most. Her guitar and her songs. It perfectly describes how incredibly alo...
"I think music in itself is healing. It's an explosive expression of humanity. It's something we are all touched by. No matter what culture we're from, everyone loves music."
― Billy Joel
I woke up to the sound of my alarm blaring into my ears. I groaned as I got up to feed Terry and Kelly, who were swimming happily round and round in circles.
At least someone was happy. I tried to recall what happened last night, flashes of mom shouting and the familiar sound of broken beer bottles caved into my mind,
" Rylee, your 25! But you're still the same immature brat I saw in high school. You are going to make my bank account explode with all those useless music crap you buy. And here you are stuck in my house, while I pay for everything! our rent, our food, our bills, EVERYTHING!"
Mom ranted, while I just stared at the floor ashamed.
She continued complaining about my life but my mind was completely blank, it was one of those days when she got pissed at me for being a horrible daughter.
It wasn't my fault that I got nervous and ended up doing some awkward crap in my auditions.
I mean the last one wasn't really bad though, I managed to get through the whole audition by only spilling hot coffee on my white shirt and almost running over a sleeping raccoon.
I had to stop and praise my driving skills that day.
In the audition, I decided to take a little nap and I woke up shouting and stood up and snorted out, "EVERYONE HAIL TO THE RACCOON".
Apparently I made an 8-year-old auditioner cry so they had to call security and kick me out.
I was completely aware that I was missing out on so much out in the real world, but I couldn't help it. Something in me thought that everything was pointless
. I was absolutely sure that everyone was oblivious to my suffering and hardships.
And In contrast to what my mother said I wouldn't mind living by myself, I could wake up peacefully with the whole house to myself. But with my weekly salary at the grocery store, I don't think I could afford to even buy used doll clothes for that weird creepy doll that my sister is married to.
Seriously, I swear its eyes move when I cross it.
After I finally got out of bed, I put on my earphones and cleaned out my closet as I hummed to the rhythm.
Music is literally my whole life and sometimes I wonder what life will be like without it. Sometimes it feels like music washes away the dust of everyday life and I'm left clean by the end of the day.
Sometimes there would be days when it would just be me and my guitar and I would just sit and throw up all my emotion into my black book.
Another day would be spent editing my music but I was always bad at that part.
I always wondered if I could get a manager to boost up my music career instead of attending so many of these auditions. But again I was broke.
After cleaning out my closet, I decided to take a coffee break.
I tied my long brown hair into a high pony with a blue scrunchie and I got into the elevator to exit my apartment.
After my dad left for another woman, mom had never been the same before, she became more vulnerable and let out all her emotions on me.
And ill always respect her for the emotional rollercoaster she had to go through. But when he left, he left us with this beautiful flat in a beautiful apartment in a beautiful city (aka new york city). And ill always be grateful that he left us with something and made sure we didn't rot away.
I entered 'Screamin beans' and I ordered a Café Latte.
"your name please ma'am," said the guy behind the register
"seriously! I come here every morning, do you still not know my name?" I replied back mad.
"Sorry ma'am"
"FINE! MY NAME IS NONEXISTENTIAL, GOT THAT?"
"Y-Yes ma'am"
I felt bad for screaming at that kid like that but I've seen him every morning for the past 1 year since they opened up that coffee shop.
That kid must be blind if he didn't remember my ugly face for 365 days straight.
As I waited for my coffee I decided to check out the coffee shop's bulletin board. Usually, there are posters on new jobs and stuff.
As I scanned the board, I accidentally dropped my phone into the bin that was right below it, I wasn't even surprised or shocked that this happened and I casually picked it up from the bin.
As I did so, a sheet of crumpled paper stuck to the end of my phone because of a piece of chewed gum.
I looked at it in disgust and I shook my phone trying to fling the paper away. It successfully came out of my phone and landed on a man's face. He had a black cap on and was short and plump.
He had a very weird swag when he walked and talked.
The man took the paper and opened it up and looked at me with excitement.
"Are you planning on buying him?" he said in an exciting voice.
"Umm...I'm not su-"
"OMG! Boss will be so excited!"
"I'm not entirely sure what's going on here mister," I said but he was already reaching for his phone to call this 'Boss' of his.
"Boss! guess what I found this girl holding our poster and I think she's interested in getting him!"
I looked at him in disgust and I certainly wasn't going to buy a human. I wasn't going to support slavery.
While he talked to his 'Boss', I took the poster and it read:-
GOLDEN RETRIEVER FOR SALE, $300 WILL BE GIVEN TO YOU!
AUTISTICDOG, VERYHANDSOME.
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Hey, lovelies! I hoped you liked the first chapter which has the first few glimpses of a VERY special dog and I tried to bring in most of Rylee's character in this chapter, more than the plot.
So don't be disappointed if there wasn't a lot of plot in it. That will definitely be coming up soon!
Also please comment and vote! Don't be a silent reader, i'd love to read your opinions on the story and how I can improve my writing! You might even get a shoutout!😉
