<<<FLASHBACK<<<
July 2nd 2007 (I changed the year)
bribe
A favor given to a powerful (deciding) party, in exchange for some degree of immunity from their wrath or a decision altered in their favor.
"Yes, yes, I'm fine dad!" I exclaimed into my phones mouthpiece while lightly rolling my hazel eyes.
This was my first official day at Kentwood auditorium, because of a horrible task my parents had forced upon me, or if I were to be specific it would be more like, the horrible task they had "bribed" me into but I used the word bribe loosely. When the offer to pay for auditorium time came into play it didn't leave much room for discussion. For the passed 2 years I've been paying for auditorium time with my best friend Ana and this wasn't something I was going to just pass up, which was why I was at the Kentwood high at 5 am, a godforsaken hour. It was the latest time available that would work with my parents "task" that they wanted me to do.
I've been singing for as long as I can remember. Whether it be on stage for a chorus performance or show, or randomly down the street, or in the shower, or in the mirror with my hairbrush. Singing and music is my everything.
Music
Indefinable by words alone. It is not only something you hear but what you feel. It is something your soul can reach out and touch. It originates from all over the world since time began. Complex or simple, fast or slow, loud or soft. It is what you feel, or it could be your method of escape or it could just keep you alive.
All music is miraculous.
Yeah, that's the basic gist of how I feel on the subjest of music. It's miraculous. It's beautiful. It's everything to me. It has saved me from falling to a place of no return too many times to count, something that's not a hobby, not an obsession, but a passion
Passion is when you put more energy into something than is required to do it. It is more than just enthusiasm or excitement, passion is ambition that is materialized into action to put as much heart, mind body and soul into something as is possible.
Now, I would usually pursue this passion around noon at an auditorium in Berrington where no one knew my name, but my parents being well them decided that this year I should get a job. which would be from 8-1 being a counselour at a summer camp. That meant I couldn't practice at Berrington which was a half an hour away from my house, but at Kentwood which was only ten while walking. Not my high school, but close enough where I might see people I know.
"Yes I have my key dad." I sighed as I rounded the corner to enter the empty auditorium, or so I thought.
I stopped dead in my tracks.
"Um dad, I'm here now I'll call you when I get home, love you too, bye." I said in a rush before hanging up my cell.
"Who comes here at 5 am?" I muttered quietly to myself as I gazed at this boy at the other side. A tall, lean, muscular, shaggy brown haired boy. In other words a total hottie in a button down white shirt with a tie and jeans and a pair of jeans, and here I was looking nowhere near cute enough or cute at all for that matter. My wavy dirty blonde hair was placed in a messy bun on the top of my head and I wore an oversized capital cup t-shirt that was tied to the side with a hair band and a pair of jeans of my own. No makeup, my hair a mess, yeah I was definitely not at my finest.
'Thomas no you can't get distracted!' I thought sternly to myself.
I shook my head slowly before striding over to the stage making sure to take a detour so I wouldn't have to walk passed him, to set down my my oversized vera bradley bag to drop my phone into it.
'just don't look at him and you'll be fine' I tried to silently tell myself, but my eyes had other ideas.
I could feel my gaze wander over to the side and look at him. Look at what for me would probably be the unattainable. He was gorgeous and looked to be the typical jock. I mean he had the body for it. Why would he be in the auditorium? I could see the track, but here?
'Stop torturing yourself' I thought, but just as I was beginning to turn away his eyes that were a rather breathtaking shade of hazel or honey eyes caught mine.
He gave me a small eyebrow quirk before flashing me a smirk. A smirk that made him even more appealing, if possible. \
I blushed lightly before turning away.
'God, where is Ana?' I thought to myself as I tried to busy myself with my phone so I wouldn't look at whoever that guy was.
"Hey Rory." I heard the groggy voice of my best riend Ana not even 10 seconds later.
I looked towards the sound of her voice and there she was standing at 5"5, in a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt. Her curly black hair was in two braids, and she was wearing a bit of makeup. The usual standard. Eyeliner, lipgloss, some eyeshadow.
She walked over to me not giving the guy in the auditorium no more than a slight hand wave that he returned.
Of course she knew him, she knew almost everyone here since afterall, it was her school.
"Hey Ana." I greeted her giving a small hug as I did.
Ana, has been my best friend since the 8th grade. We both had a strong passion for music, her with the piano and me with singing. We were constantly practicing a new song, or writting a new song, or covering a song. That's what our summers usually consisted fully of. We'd have some rehearsal time with mics and things on a stage then we'd go to one of our houses to write or something, but this summer wouldn't be what it was before. No, our parents had made us get jobs. Yes, they would pay for auditorium time but losing time to work on music didn't seem appealing, esspecially since we were doing Kentwood talent show this year which came a lot earlier than we were use to.
"Hey, when are you working?" she asked as we pulled away seeting down her purse in the seat next to mine.
"8" I sighed pulling out my music binder, "you?"
"12." she said with a small grin. I glared at her playfully before sticking out my tongue.
We chatted for a few minutes about what we should do with our rehearsal time and I couldn't help my gaze from shifting a couple times over to the guy with the hazel eyes, which Ana was quick to pick up on.
"You like what you see?" she laughed a little bit.
I rolled my eyes but responded none the less, "He's cute, who is he?"
"Joe Jonas, he's part of this band at my school." she said slowly, looking over her shoulder slightly to look at him then switched her gaze back at me.
She wasn't telling me something.
"Okay, and he's here because? You know how I am about singing in front of small groups of people." I said in a hushed whisper. Why I was whispering? I don't know, it just seemed like a good time for it.
Ana rocked back and forth on her heels.
"Well, you see..."
-end of flashback-
That was the first day I saw him. The boy who, well I didn't know it then, and I still as I think about it can't believe it now, would be an important part of my life.
(some definitions from urbandictionary.com)
