The Host Clubs Rose (A OHSHC Love Story)

Chapter 2 "Meet Arabella... my magical guitar??"

When we arrived my mother gave me a hug then left as fast as the plane could travel. But as a man carried my bags to a car a letter fell out of the guitar. I picked it up off the ground noticing on the front was my name written in mom’s handwriting. I opened the letter with my little fingers letting a necklace fall into my hand. I pulled out the letter still holding the necklace in the other.

Dear Heather,

Now that I can’t be with you someone else will have to protect you from the darkness of this world. Your guitar is magical just like the people in your fairytales. Arabella will protect you, you are her musician and she is your instrument. Arabella will be there in the times you need her the most.

Now here is how you connect your hearts (don’t worry, you won’t feel a thing)

#1 take the necklace and put it on

#2 read what the necklace says out loud while holding your hand over her name and the other over your own heart

#3 tell her your lifelong dream

#4 good luck.

                                              Love, Mother

I place the guitar on the ground not caring that the man holding my bags is getting mad. I place the necklace on with the words written on it memorized. I place my left on over the name then my right hand over my heart. I close my eyes saying each word with all my heart.

“Music makes my heart beat”

The darkness began to bloom into many colors, even when I opened my eyes all I can see are the many images floating around me. They seem like shooting stars shooting in every direction. Then as a shooting star shoots past me it hits the darkness in front of me revealing a girl with her arms crossed. She’s a little girl with flowing blonde hair that seems to be blowing as the stars blow past it. My ears are filled with the sound of a guitar, violin, piano, and a man talking to someone. “I handmade her myself, she’s perfect in every way for protecting miss, Capulet” his voice has a thick British accent.

The little girl opens her mouth opening her pretty blue eyes.

“So this is what you meant, when you said that you would spend” her little voice was beautiful as it began to sing, the instruments began to play along with her singing.

“It’s time to build from the bottom of the pit, right to the top. Don’t hold back”

I knew the song from the radio; it was one of my many favorites. Without even thinking about it, I was starting to sing along.

“Packing my bags and giving the academy a rain check” I sang

“I don’t ever want to let you down” she sang, we worked together as if we were made for each other.

“I don’t ever wanna leave this town” we sang now together in perfect harmony.

“’cause after all, the city never sleeps at night. It’s time to begin, isn’t it? I get a little bit bigger but then I’ll admit” she sang

“I’m just the same as I was. Now don’t you understand?” I sang

“I’m never changing who I am” we both sang together. Then, everything disappeared in a bright, blinding light.

I opened my eyes to meet another pair of blue ones staring back at mine. I screamed jumping up bumping heads with her.

I rubbed my head that throbbed “w-who are you?” I choked noticing that she was the girl from my little imaginary musical number that just happened. My guitar was nowhere to be found.

“Heather, calm down” her British accent made me scream again.

“Oh my gosh you know my name!” I started backing away noticing that everyone and everything was frozen in time. “This can’t be happening” my voice was shaky as clenched my leg against my chest.

“Now I know this is a little scary at first but… I’m kind of your guitar” she pulled down the top of her shirt a little revealing over her heart was ‘Arabella’ in mom’s handwriting. She turned around pulling her blonde hair aside pulling her dress zipper down a little revealing on her back written was the poem that was on the back of the guitar.

She was the real deal.

I smiled a little “so, does this mean you’re my best friend?”

She smiled “for life”