16th October 2012
The clear, blue sky was filled with the most cotton-candy-like clouds I'd ever seen. The grass flattened under the wind in beautiful shimmering waves, each blade turned momentarily to reflect the brilliant glowing glaze of sun. Each one was no more than a slim wand of green, yet together they danced in ways that bought out my pain and let a little goodness in. Families and children were playing, talking and having fun.
I wish our family could be like that. My mum is... she only cares about reputation and my dad is out of the picture. Unlike the other families, all we do is practice. No happiness. No joy. My mother only cares about music, but not like the way I care about music. She realized I had talent when I was 8, and then after that, she was a whole new person. She had no friends, forgot about her family and I had to follow. I tried to forget about my loneliness and I thought of the wind hitting my face as I swung back and forth on a swing in the park. The sounds of the children around me were loud. I had begged my mother for five more minutes and she had actually agreed. She never spends time with me, so when I can be with her, I try to have the most fun. I was an aeroplane. I move faster, higher, soaring through the wind. I was the pilot of my own plane. Until...
"Stop"
I look up in surprise. I was no longer in my hopeless, dream world. The piano sat before me. I was sitting in the same, simple, sad room. The walls were grey, the floors were grey, the only hint of color was the sound of the music in my ears. My mother looked as furious as ever, with her plain black dress she always wore and her hair pulled in a tight bun. She had grey eyes, that reflects the monotonous routine that she forced upon me.
"I cannot believe you. Constantly dreaming, constantly hoping. You are losing yourself. You need to be great, and look at you, you're a mess. You need to get out of this dream world you're always in. You need to face reality. Why can't you just be the way I want you to be!"
I just can't...
I snap out of my daze.
"Hi, I'm Harry. What's your name?"
"Phoenix." I look into his clear, green eyes that remind me of the grass on a lovely day. They were like jewels, emeralds or even diamonds. They were the green that brings the earth back to life when all is dark. They were brighter than the sun I imagined on that cold day. Just by looking at him, I remember all the good times I used to have, I could watch him all day. His eyes could bring me light in the darkness.
"Uh... Did you hear what I said?"
I shake my head quickly. I can't believe I was so immersed that I couldn't hear a word he said. He looks behind himself and I see loads of people taking pictures of US. V stands there, shocked. She looks at Harry as if he were a celebrity. Wait. Is he famous?
"I don't have much time but..." He gives out a card that has a phone number and his email written neatly on it. "If you call my assistant, they will explain everything you need to know. Trust me."
I am speechless. And confused, what is happening? Assistant? Who even is this guy?
"OH MY GOSH! YOU JUST TALKED TO HARRY. HARRY STYLES!" V exclaims, suddenly next to me. I look at the business card he gave me.
"Harry Styles? Is he like a celebrity or something?"
"He's NOT just a celebrity. He's like, one of the most famous people on the world"
"That's cool."
"That's COOL? It's more than that! This is crazy! You got NOTICED by HARRY STYLES!"
"I know his name. Anyways, he said something about contacting his assistant." I say, while waving the card he gave me. V grabbed it."YOU HAVE HARRY STYLE'S PHONE NUMBER."
"No, just his assistant's."
"You HAVE to contact them. I mean, you could be famous. And I'll be the reason why."
"What do you mean? It is me who is playing the-"
"Okay whatever it doesn't matter, you have to call them NOW."
"I have to think about it..."
A/N: Hey guys!! I know no ones reading this but i hope you guys enjoyed this chapter. School's been crazy these days so I haven't been able to write that much. Anyways pls like and vote for the chapter and make sure you save <3 :)) Also sorry for the horrible english it's my 4th language and I'm currently learning a 5th
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RomanceI never thought I'd play the piano again, not after all the bad memories associated with it . . Phoenix is a 17 year old pianist who has a past filled of tragedy and misery. When she plays the piano for the first time in two years, she is discovere...