The concert

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I stood still.It was only my first day and she wants me to sing in a concert.I had no experience whatsoever.

"Can you at least consider it?"

She asked.It as as if she was reading my thoughts.

I nodded my head and exited her office.Whilst I was walking away from her office door I heard a mumble,it was Mrs.Gilmore.I put my ear against the door and listened to the conversation.I could only hear whispers so I looked around me to find a glass cup,there was none so I had to do something risky.I slightly opened the door and in relief Mrs.Gilmore was facing away from the door but I could hear clearly now.

"I need some time please,we cant afford to be disqualified!"I heard Mrs Gilmore cry.I was quite shocked at her strange reaction towards the caller.

"All you needed was one girl,you have 800 students and 200 workers and none of them are right for you!"

Mrs.Gilmore put the call on speaker so thankfully I could hear the caller. know i'm really nosey but I couldn't help but listen.

"Wait I have a girl she is perfect!"

Mrs.Gilmore replied reluctantly.Wait was she talking about me?

"Good!"The voice answered happily.I closed the door gently and I knocked Mrs Gilmore's door again.

She had a lot of explaining to do.

As usual her reply was a;

"Come in!"

I walked into her office,she turned her chair to face me.When she saw my brown eyes a smirk into her face.

"You know why I'm here so could you just give me the song and the outfit."I asked professionally.I couldn't help but giggle at Mrs.Gilmore's expression.

"Thank you,your a life saver."

Mrs.Gilmore replied happily.She gave me the list of songs and handed me the outfit to get.

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My heart was pounding my adreneline was rising.I was backstage rehearsing my song that was picked the song was 'Blank space by Taylor Swift'basically another song about a messed up relationship.Yes I really like Taylor Swift at least she dosen't have to dress up as a slut to be famous.I got a leather jacket and black jeans and to top it up I dip died my hair pink.

"Go on,go to the stage!"

Mrs Gilmore shouted.This was my first time performing in a long time.Mrs Gilmore rushed me towards the stage and gave me the microphone.I walked up to the stage and put the microphone in the stand.I closed my eyes and pictured me and my dad.w

We always used to sing together and when he went to work and never came back,I immediately stopped singing and doing it again brings memories.I slowly started to sing.

"Nice to see you where you been."

I sang,already people were starting to cheer.When I finished the song it was quiet for a moment people were mumbling to each other and I knew why,it was because they didn't know who I was.Suddenly someone stood up and started clapping,I stared at the familiar figure and I knew exactly who it was.More and more people started clapping until everyone started to clap and cheer.I wasn't happy,I was just glad.I was congradulated by Mrs.Gilmore.

I walked to the exit seeming I had no car I had to walk home.I picked up my bag,I was about to walk out the door until a hand grabbed me from behind.I suddenly flinched and immediately spun around and stared at the familiar man's face.

"Jack what are you doing here!"I shouted in anger but mostly in surprise.Our eyes once again locked and I was in his trance.I couldn't admit to myself that I actually missed him.

"Please Maddy,I really like you.I'm sorry for whatever is going on please."I stared at him and he stared at me.I suddenly broke eye contact and I snatched my wrist from his tight grip.

"I cant I just cant!"I yelled running out the door.I couldn't stop the unannounced tears pooling in my eyes and dropping down my cheek.

SO SORRY GUY'S THAT I HAVN'T BEEN UPDATING!I RECENTLY BURNT MY FINGER AND SO IT WAS VERY HARD FOR ME TO TYPE.
(I USE MY PHONE TO WRITE MY STORY SO THAT KIND OF EXPLAINS WHY THEY ARE SHORT)

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