My name is Violetta.

My shattered self.

I cannot believe Leon did something like that. For the first time since my mother died,I cried myself to sleep. A question kept spinning in my mind: Is it better if I keep silent,If I don't expect things from people? I have always expected things, since I moved to Buenos Aires. Before that,It was only me and my dad. There was no-one to expect anything. My dad used to be impossible. Why do I wish it was that way again? I was always warned of the risks : Betrayel, lies. Although I took them and trusted people. Guess where it ended me up!

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"VIOLETTA! You are going to be late for studio! Get up now!" my dad says,opening my door without knocking (AGAIN). He doesn't shout,he only shouts when I am trying to get away from his layer of over-protection.

"Cough,Cough" I fake. Even if I want to be singer,not an actor, the acting lessons at STUDIO ON BEAT still come in handy.

I honestly cannot go to the studio. I am in no mood to face anyone,but if I tell that to my day and explain the whole situation,I may never visit the studio again! I don't like to lie,but most times I have no choice. I may lie a lot,but I try NOT to lie for stupid things that might hurt someones feelings. Sometimes,not hurting someones feeling is why I lie.

"Violetta,are you okay? Are you sure you don't need a doctor? I will stay home the whole day, and I will sit right next to you,I am taking the day off!" My dad says,doing the over protection thing AGAIN!

"Dad,Dad! I have a headache,I just need a little peace.I am just not going to the studio as..as the dancing might tire me out." My Amazing acting skills fell a little there. 

"Aw,I get it! You want to stay homealone! No parties rebel!" my dad say's.

"DAD! Can't you trust me once?"

"It was a joke Vilu! I am going to work now. Love you".

He kisses on my forehead and leaves. I go downstairs. Olga is on vacation, Ramallo is with dad at some meeting. Which means I am finally home alone!

I look around to make sure no ones home. I sit down next to the Piano,as this is the perfect time to write a song. I strum a few chords. I work through lyrics to see what sounds good. I have a few ideas of lines in my head which are "when I woke up, I wished it was all a dream" and "My life in a thousand peices but I still keep wishing you were next to me".

Maybe some jumpy pattern? I have no Idea of what music to add. Now I just hate this. I cannot quit writing a song untill I am done writing it. Why does everything bad happen to me? Its been 1 hour since the studio began and I have got 35 missed calls from Francesca and Camilla.  They know perfectly well that I am upset. They must have seen Leon and Ludmilla together. He is probably all over her- kissing her on the forehead/hugging her/them cheasily singing a song that was meant to be mine and Leons/ Leon promissing her the things that he promised me. This time,I see him keeping the promises.

I shake my head out of the daydream. I hear a knock on the door. No! I really need to be alone right now. This is meant to be a whole day to myself,putting my peices back together. If,thats possible with my broken life. "Okay Violetta,you shouldn't be so negative" I speak to myself. Is that sad that I am talking to myself?

I hear the door ring again. "Oh right,the door" I say to myself. It rings twice again. "COMING! COMING". I open the door,I see Leon, standing their with his guitar. He starts singing a few magical words,but I stop him.

"Leon,what is all this?" I ask. Confused.

"Violetta,Ludmilla just told me about the email she sent out. I couldn't possibly believe her. I am so sorry!" He leans forward. I close my eyes. Looking forward to feeling whats going to happen next.

My eyes are wide open. It was a fantasy. "What is wrong with me?Am I really that broken?".

"No Violetta,It's a phase that every one goes through. You have to remember that I am always here for you. Right here".

"Angie?" I say without turning around. 

"Yes,it is me". She says.

Still with my back facing Angie,I ask her "Why do I still miss Leon?"

"If you miss someone,that means you still love them. Yet,soon enough it will become no more than a memory. You will always care about Leon. But don't worry,you'll move on. You will be okay. I know it!"

I turn out. But I see Angie dissappear. Yes, I am that broken to answer my earlier question. I sit down next to the piano. This time I have the perfect melody. Its not to fast-neither is it too slow. Its upbeat- yet sad. It tells my story perfectly.

"I like that song you are playing". This time I look up. Its a real person.

I immediately have a smile on my face.

"Alex, what are you doing here?"

"I saw that you weren't in studio. I saw that Angie wasn't their."

"Alex-"

"I saw Leon&Ludmilla being together".

"It's true?" I ask.

"Yes". He says. He knows me. He understands its hard to get over a person. He knows I don't love Leon. Why can't I know that?

" Violetta-" he says.

"No,Alex. Ludmilla&Leon are not whats bothering me. I just couldn't come to studio.. because.. I have a head ache. I really needed a day alone". I lie.

"I am sorry,but I was never taught how to keep people alone". he smiles.

We start working on some lyrics together. The song sounds great. I am very happy with it, Every minute passes by,my love for Alex keeps getting stronger. The day passes by,and I don't realise. The door bell rings.

"Oh no,it must be my dad! You have to hide! He will freak out if he see's you!". I hide Alex in the kitchen,fix myself and go to open the door.

In the door, I see someone standing there.

"Leon?" Yes,I see Leon. Is it a fantasy? If it is, things are going to get a bit complicated between me and Alex.

"Yes it's me". 

Thank goodness! I think to myself. For one second I smile,but I remember the past and my hatred to him returns." What are you doing here?"

"No,Violetta my real question is whats HE doing here?" he asks,pointing straight towards Alex.

Alex comes up to the door,puts his arm around me. I look straight towards into Leons eyes.

The thing that hurts most is that he is looking back into mine.