*NATALIE'S POV*
“Why do you hate me?” Skylar asked me again.
“I don’t hate you.” I replied, looking into her bright blue eyes. She looked startled, almost shocked to hear this.
“But… I thought…” She stuttered, looking for an explanation.
I sighed and looked over at the houses we passed. They were all huge mansions, with fancy cars parked in the driveways. The houses were very unlike the house I used to own. We were never poor, but we could always have used extra money in the bank. My father had been a professor at Cambridge University, which didn’t provide enough money to live in luxury.
“Your life, it’s just so perfect. You have a huge house, friends, an adorable sister, two loving parents…” I trailed off, a small tear slowly rolling down my cheek. I turned quickly and wiped it away, hoping Skylar didn’t notice. Of course, she did.
She stopped walking, and pulled me in for a hug. And we stood there for a good minute, and I let the tears fall.
“I’m so sorry, I didn’t know that’s how you felt.” Skylar apologized quietly.
“It’s nothing, it was two years ago. I just need to let it go.”
Suddenly, we heard the screech of brakes, and saw our bus parked at the top of the block.
Skylar and I sprinted up the street, and made it just in time.
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I watched as the minute-hand of the clock slowly inched towards the end of class. Finally, the bell went off, signaling the end of honors math. I jumped up, stuffed all of my notes into my backpack, and was out the classroom door. I ran through the halls, slowing to a walk whenever I saw a teacher. I reached the music room, and sat down in the front; ready for my favorite class.
Basically, music is my life. Singing, playing, listening- I loved it all. My mother was a professional pianist, and played for many Broadway shows and live performances, and had even sold her own music. When I was five, she sat me down on the beautiful grand piano in our house, and taught me everything she knew. When I learned, I would play everyday after school. Almost every Saturday, my parents sat down on the sofa, and I would host a 'concert'. I would hand them a playbill that Addie and I had made of construction paper and crayons. Inside they would find a list of the pieces I would be playing that evening. At the end of every song I played and sang, my parents would stand up and applaud me, shouting 'Bravo, bravo! Encore!'.
I smiled at the sweet memory, just as Skylar and her best friend Angela walked into the classroom, chattering like chipmunks.
What a funny image…
I giggled, and Skylar came over and sat down next to me.
She smiled, and I smiled back.
The teacher walked in, and all talk instantly died down and heads turned to face the front. Ms. Tavia was not the kind of teacher you want to cross.
“Hello children, lovely to see you this grand day!” Ms. Tavia said dramatically.
“I am very pleased to announce that we will be having a fall performance this Saturday! Auditions will be held Friday at 3:00.”
This is my shot!
Anticipation filled me to the brim, but it dissipated as quickly as it had come. Friday was two days away! I need to practice! What song am I doing? Am I going to sing, or play piano, or both? I tuned out for the rest of the class, my mind too busy to pay attention to the teacher.
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As soon as the bus home screeched to a stop, I ran from my seat at the back of the bus, thanked the driver, and sprinted to the house.
I found a note on the counter from Aunt Sam. It said that she was out running errands, and would be picking up Addie later. I passed on the message to Skylar, who just walked in the door with Angela. She nodded, and the two went upstairs. I grabbed a cookie from the jar, and walked up two flights of stairs into my room.
I loved my room. It was very spacious, with a high ceiling, and a balcony looking out over the huge backyard. My room even had its own fireplace. I love to watch the flames of the fire dance at night when I can’t sleep. My room had a Parisian them, with had a big queen bed, with a white ruffled comforter. At the head of my bed, there was a pile of many throw pillows in the shades of lavender, baby pink, and sky blue. By the fire, I had a plush lavender love seat, and a fluffy throw. I walked into my closet, and pulled out my favorite pair of sweats. I started my little ‘putting on your pants dance’.
Left leg, right leg, wiggle, jump!
I laughed, and threw my hair up into a ponytail. I walked back into my room, and fiddled with the wood in my fireplace, until a spark lit. Soon, the fire was roaring, and I was warmed up. I took my supply of marshmallows out of its secret spot, and started roasting three on one stick. Yeah, I know it wasn’t the healthiest snack, but it was just one of those days. While I roasted my marshmallows to perfection, I considered what song I was going to do, and decided on ‘Someone Like You’ by Adele.
I stuffed all three of the perfect gooey marshmallows into my mouth, and walked over to the best part of the room, the piano.
It was the grand piano that we had at home. The same piano I performed my concerts with, the same piano my mom taught me on. It was the only item that I brought from Cambridge.
It pulled out the bench, and sat down staring at the ivory keys. I did a quick arpeggio to warm up, and started practicing for the audition.
A/N
Hey Guys!
Okay, so I know one direction hasn’t appeared yet, I’M SORRY!
But don’t you worry, they are on their way ; )
I didn’t want to be like other fanfictions, and bring them into the story instantly, we want to create a good background first!
So I know we have only have a few reads so far, but those who are reading, PLEASE TELL YOUR FRIENDS!!!
Kenzi <3
