Not A Typical Rocker

1: Memory Lane

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Chapter 1 : Memory Lane

Daisy At age 5
A blue towel was sat on top of my head awkwardly, as I tried to remember the words to away in a manger. I was playing Mary in my school Christmas nativity and I was coming up to my big solo, that would end the carol. As I reached my final, top note that I could confidently make, applause erupted around me. The butterflies, which had been relentlessly fluttering in my empty stomach, disappeared and were replaced with a comforting warmth. A big smile appeared on my chubby face revealing my pearly whites. My mum was sat on the back row, not cheering like the others, just staring distastefully around the room. I looked away so no one saw the now present sad glint in my eyes, adjusted my thick-framed glasses and smoothed over my orange hair.

20 minutes later we all took our bows and then jumped off the schools make shift stage to get dressed and go home for the Christmas holidays. When I got backstage (the schools english classroom), my best friend Marcus was waiting for me, still in his sheep costume. Marcus preferred to stay out of the limelight and quietly stand at the back, even in class he won't put up his hand, because he doesn't like the attention. Marcus had white blonde hair, blue eyes, a slightly crooked nose and the two cutest dimples in the world. We met at the park, when we were 2; I was all alone on the roundabout with my Mum pushing it. My mum had to leave to take a call, when her back was turned a bigger kid came and pushed me off the roundabout, I started to cry. Marcus saw this, waddled over to me and handed me one of his action figures. We played together for the rest of that day and after that day was over we decided we would be best friends forever. We were as close as two kids could be. We were the dynamic duo, I was Batman and he was my Robin. We didn't need anyone else because we had each other. I know that all sounds terribly cheesy but that's what our friendship was: a total cheese-fest, but perfect.

Marcus stood in front of me now, his sheep costume wrinkled, glasses perched on his nose and a daisy in his hand. He gave me the flower and a peck on the cheek, I giggled and my face went as red as my frizzy hair. That's when I heard someone clear their throat behind me. She was a woman who appeared to be in her mid twenties, with crazy brown hair, turquoise eyes and bright pink lipstick. She gave me a huge smile, told me her name was Ms Maxwell and said that we needed to talk.

Age 9
I stood in front of the congregation singing with the rest of the choir, waiting for the conductor to signal it was time for my solo. Ms Maxwell was in the front row with a bright grin spread across her face, Marcus sat next to her his expression matching hers. After weeks of persuasion, my mother finally gave in and allowed Ms Maxwell to give me singing lessons, as long as it didn't ever interfere with my school work. Ms Maxwell had introduced me to her churches choir last year. This isn't the time for discussing my views on religion, but I saw the choir as a way to make friends who loved singing as much as I did and I was having fun.

A few months ago I found out Marcus and his family are moving from London, to Sydney, Australia. We will be saying goodbye in two days and we are trying to squeeze in every moment we can together. Luckily last year I met Amy through the choir and all the sudden Marcus and I were no longer a duo, we were a trio and Amy was our leader. With Marcus gone it will be hard, but I will still have Amy by my side.

I began to sing my solo as the conductor signaled; I looked at Ms Maxwell through my glasses, to know whether I was doing well or poorly. Judging by the bright smile spread across her face, I was doing her proud.

It was the day we've been dreading for the past few months. I grabbed Marcus in a big bear hug and squeezed my eyes shut. I didn't want to loose my best friend, but his mum honked the horn and we pulled back from each other. I looked into his blue eyes and he looked into my brown ones. Then he leant in and I leant in. He closed his eyes and I closed mine. It was a peck, it was nervous, it was messy, it was my first kiss. My eyes flickered open and I saw him running towards his mums car. He turned back adjusted his glasses and smiled. Then my best friend and first kiss drove away.

Age 13
Marcus and I called each other everyday for the first month, but slowly over time the calls became less and less frequent, till now, they are nonexistent. We got Christmas and birthday cards the first year, but this year, so far, nothing.

The spotlight stuck to me as I spun around my schools stage belting out my favourite song from the Sound of Music. Tonight was the first real production and my new school, being known for having one of the best drama departments in the UK, was very stressed.

My dream has always been to star in musical theatre, performing and doing what I love. Music had always been a talent of mine; I even started learning the guitar 3 years ago and I had been labeled a drama queen from birth so I loved to act. Ms Maxwell even hired an acting coach who helped me to get into the role of Maria.
After the interval my scene with Amy was coming up, she had landed the role of Liesl, which she was over the moon about. We practiced all our lines and songs together 24/7, we worked together and our harmonies were perfect.
I looked over at Amy as I recited my lines, in front of 500 people, I couldn't believe what great friends we had become. We had so much in common, we both wanted to get into theatre, we loved singing (Ms Maxwell even taught her as well), it was also great to find someone with the same dreams and ambitions as me, it felt like we could conquer the world together.
Once the play ended we took our bows and a boy and girl from the junior school brought flowers up to us. I looked around the crowded room for my mother, but as expected she was nowhere to be seen. My eyes wandered as the curtain closed, the crowd still on their feet from the standing ovation.
Amy ran over gave me a big hug and grin, she opened her mouth to say something, but was interrupted by Ms Maxwell, who was wearing her signature smile and had nothing, but compliments for me.

Age 18
I was sat in a grey room, which is one of my schools music lesson rooms. Ms Maxwell elegantly, danced her fingers across the keyboard, whilst I strummed my guitar and sang the words written in front of me.

When the lesson was over Ms Maxwell asked me to wait. I settled into my chair waiting for her to begin, unsure why her tone seemed to grow serious.
She began to speak "Well, you know that ever since the first time I heard you singing away in a manger, when you were 5 years old, I knew you had the potential to be a star. I think after all these years of lessons and productions your ready to get out there and make your dreams come true.
The problem is I can't just click my fingers and have all your dreams come true. Luckily I have a friend who happens to be a producer and he told me about this new talent show he's making called Urnight, for undiscovered singers. It's going to be broadcast throughout the UK and I managed to get you and Amy into the auditions round. So in two weeks you will sing in front of the judges and I will train you until you make it to the final!"
I shook my head, confusion spread across my features. This was a lot to take in. "Sorry...w-what?"
Ms Maxwell smiled and said, "I think you're ready and I wouldn't be pushing you to do this if you weren't. You've seen TV shows like this, it's like the X factor or American Idol, there's nothing to be afraid of!"
I shook my head again. "I could make complete fool of myself! I don't think I'm ready. Maybe in a few years."
Ms Maxwell looked into my eyes and replied, "These auditions are so hard to get, I sent a video of you singing and my friend said it was one of the best tapes he had seen. Every singer in the country wants a place on this show, they have had over 15,000 entry tapes and they picked you to audition! You're good, really good! This is the way to make your dreams come true, it may just be a singing show, but it could lead to you getting your career on the stage!"
I took a deep breath and nodded as I shut the door behind me, fiddling with my knotty red hair nervously and went to tell Amy the news.
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I hope you like it! I promise it will get a lot better this was just a back story of Daisy's life and a way to introduce you to the majority of our main characters!
IBBY :)