"What's your name?"
"I'm Twyla Gray."
"Percy Foster."
It was always Twylish's dream to enter the famous children symphony orchestra in Britain, The Hallowss. Finally, she and 4 others were chosen out of 15000 people to join the orchestra. Thrilled and overjoyed, she went to her first practice. The only problem is making friends. Unluckily, that hot boy Percy from percussions was stationed behind her forever.
Percy always thought he belonged in the music life, unlike his parents and his other friends who were constantly playing with their phones and playing stupid computer games. When he first joined The Hallowss, he believed that he was meant to be there. It was his life. Until the cute git Twyla stomped her way into his life, his life had been flipped inside-out, and never the same since.
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Delilah moves from New York to a school where the fake popular kids claim her as their own. Making it impossible to make real friends. It isn't until she gets partnered with the mute boy for an assignment that she finally makes a real connection. She makes it her mission to get to now him. Although he doesn't want to be known. He's scared that once she gets to know him she'll leave like everyone else. But what they both don't expect is that music has a way of bringing people together.
This book is a dual POV.
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"That's incredible. You're incredible." My eyes widen and I look into her eyes again. A blush makes a way to her face and I can tell she didn't mean to say that last part out loud. But she did. And I can't stop myself from taking what she said to heart.
It's been a long time since anyone has said anything remotely close to that to me. I can't let it get to me. I can't get used to it. Being hopeful. The higher you rise, the farther you fall.
"Do you think you could make a song I can sing to?" She asks me timidly.
I hesitate to say no. If I say no then she might spiral again. This is her hope. Her light to the darkness. She finally has something to look forward to and to distract her.
As I mull over it I see the hope in her eyes dwindle. She doesn't expect me to say yes.
"Okay," I whisper.