Life's Lyrics

Chapter One

Friday, October 18

I am unable to see the person I once was in the mirror, and I am ashamed of that. I watch as my face changes and becomes something full of life and beautiful. Well beautiful in the eyes of the world. My drab blonde hair pulled back behind my ears, to show off the jutting edges of my jaw they have created with the magic they call, makeup. When I open my eyelids, the colour of my eye is no longer grey but is noticeable, like a flower in the winter. "Blair, are you ready?" a familiar voice sounds from somewhere behind me. Sebastian comes into my view, the way that the crisp suit makes him look professional, and then of course there is his dusty blonde hair. How is it possible that he spent five minutes on it, but it still looks better than mine does. "Of course. Let's go," I assure, a smile as much as I can with the heavy weight of the makeup.

We sit at a table waiting for it to start; I clutch my hands tightly just to have something to do with them. They have outdone themselves this year; everywhere that you look there is another bunch of helium balloons. Most of them attached to the backs of seats, door handles, and of course, to line the isle that runs up to the stage. I glance at Sebastian, who is deep in conversation with an old friend. "Tonight we are happy to give exceptional stars, the opportunity to be recognised for their work," I look up at the announcer and the amount of awards behind her. "Many will receive awards, many will be nominated," The announcer smiles lightly at the crowd, "Tonight, Is the beginning of the AMA's!" She proclaims into the microphone and the crowd cheers at her words, hope glittering in their eyes. "Blair, are you okay?" Sebastian asks. As soon as he asks I open my eyes and take a deep breath, "Yeah fine," I lift the corners of my mouth into a smile. "Just fine," I whisper, but he has already turned back and started talking again.

The people around me relish in the bright lights and the dazzling awards within their reach. But me, I'm wishing that there was people didn't always want to be recognised for their brilliance, then maybe there wouldn't be a need to hold these types of events. They'll ask it. I know they will. I sigh and close my eyes shutting out the fake reality of the AMA's. "Blair Adams," my eyes burst open and I look up to see the crowd clapping in my direction. No. No. No. They'll ask. Of course, they will. I rise from my seat and follow the guide of the balloons, and in the second, I glance to the ceiling only to notice the stray balloons that have floated away. What would I give to be that balloon? The applause silences and the announcer speaks. "How are you feeling about winning the best song this year," she pauses, "Again." She smiles and I step towards the mic.
"I am honestly shocked that I have the privilege to win this award again." I beam at the audience. "I love, that you love my songs." I tell them only what they want to hear. The words that will answer the question the way they would have expected. "And Blair we can't wait," Here it comes. She's going to ask. "To hear your new album. Would you mind giving us a few hints about it?" She did it. She asked the fated question. "Well," I start, wringing my hands.
"It's due to be finished by the start of next year." I respond, my voice surprisingly calm.
"It's abo-about..." My voice quivers. "Pressure." I blab. She looks confusingly at me. I don't dare look at the crowd. "Pressure?" She questions. I look around to gather inspiration. I start to wring my hands again before speaking. "The pressure put on us," I say quietly. What did I just do? I have three months to write 12 songs. The past few weeks I've been having a musical type of writers block. If it wasn't hard enough before, I have now consciously minimised my options, with that very statement. "Even if I don't fully understand that, I'm sure that it will be just as ridiculously good as your first two albums!" The announcer grins at the crowd as if it's their cue to clap again. Turns out, I am that balloon but only my brain disappeared. I lift up my orange dress as I descend the steps and join Sebastian again. I set down the award and the glitter that have been sprinkled on each table, jolts and scatters in a storm of sparkles. "Well done gorgeous, you deserved it," Sebastian grins that perfect smile, and places a delicate kiss on my cheek. "Thank you," I reply, letting a real smile overtake my face.
"Although I didn't know that you decided what your album was going to be about," He looks at me intently. Neither did I.
"Yes, it just kind of seemed right," I lied.

Hi, guys! So i have started a new story! I will continue the other one aswell. I hope you like it :) Leave comments please!! ( I fixed this up a little)