Cross My Heart

Chapter 1

Carlys drumming on her books again. Normal for her. I can't blame this girl, she's got rythm flowing through her. Annabel's humming. Tha girl has such an amazing voice, it's unbelieveable. Lindsay's got her own song going on. This girl's voice, also amazing. Arianna's got her fingers imaginarily playing a song she wrote. Those fingers have magical powers, i swear. And then there's me. Casey Kiern. Have no idea why im here, in the Julliard Elite Musicians program. Pretty much, it's just high school students that play instruments or sing or something.

It's a boarding school, and these 4 girls are the only reason I havent dropped out. I can't play a freaking instrument in this school. I'm so pathetic, I can't play the kazoo. Yeah. The 5 of us have been through so much together, i can't imagine us ever being apart. We balance each other out. Annabel and Carly are outrageous, and Arianna and Lindsay are more drawn back. Me, I'm right in the middle.

The only other reason we can stand each other is becasue of our loves for celebrities. We all love Different famous boys. Niall's my snowflake, and Louis is Carly's sass-master. Arianna has a soft spot for Ross Lynch. Lindsay has a huge soft spot for Peetah, aka Josh Hutcherson, and Annabel is convinced she's engaged to Logan Lerman. We all have our obsessions, but we can stand each other just the same.

We're all 18, me being the oldest by 5 months. Carly's the baby of the group, and everyone else is smooshed in between.

"...And everyone must sign up for our Open Mic Night on Friday." Shit. The one thing i hate most about this school. These things coutn for 45% of our overall grade! As the bell rings, I walk out. "Ms. Kiern?" My teacher calls. I walk over. "I do hope you understand that everyone must join Open Mic Night." I nod. "Then I will se you there. Goodbye, Ms. Kiern." I run out.

I storm into the room i share with the girls and jump on my bed. "What the hell am I going to do for this Open Mic thing??" I yell.

"How about the keyboard?"

"No."

"Drums?"

"No."

"Xylophone?"

"No."

"Flute?"

"Screw it."

Annabel speaks up. "How about singing?" I look at her like she's insane. I never sing in front of anyone, because I easily get stage fright. "How about NO." I sit down on my bed.

"Case, we all hear you sing in the shower. You're not bad, if that's what you're afraid of." I look at her. "You're Not just saying that?" I smile a little. "Of course not!!" I lay down and groan. "Fine. I'm singing at open mic."