William Montegomery:
I stepped onto the stage just like a thousand times before. My heart raced out of my control. I felt a smooth hand rub my back inconspicuously and I looked to see it was my best friend, Ana. Her normally flat aubern hair had been miraculously scrunched into loose curls.
This was our time.
I took my place at the piano, she at the mic. Her sweet voice fell over the people, harmonizing with the piano. The chorus came, and my baritone voice rang next to hers. The end was coming to quickly. I am ebrace the difficult piano interlude and slowed down. This was her solo.
A voice broke into the sweet song. It was a voice I knew all to well. I closed my eyes tight as I brought the piano back into the song. The woman was screeming that she would be late for work if I didn't give her her keys. I cringed that my mother would have the audacity to do this on our priemere night. My voice was shaky as I joined Ana again for the last stretch. The vocal director was getting the keys from my bag.
It was all over.
I rushed backstage and grabbed my backpack. I was going too. I didn't honestly care that others needed my piano. The vocal director could do theirs. "You want me to take you somewhere?" Anna's hair had alread fallen out of its angelic curls.
I stuffed $100 into her hand. "Give that to my mother." I told her. "And I'm going to the train station." I confessed.
Her eyes were raised, but she didn't question me. Her lips simply found my own as she pecked them gently. "Ok." She lead me out the door and into her car. It was a long drive in silence. When we finally arrived, I looked at her. She looked back, and for the forst time, I notieced there were tears in her eyes.
"Don't worry, Ana. I'll be back." I promised before jumping out of the seat and purchasing a ticket .
Another long ride in silence. I got off in an average sized city and began walking. I didn't know where I was going. A white dot glimmered on the horizon. As I got closer, I realized it was a tent - no a circus. This was unbelievable. I entered and just stared in a mazement.
My attention was drawn to the most beautiful girl I have ever seen, and at that moment. I knew I had to stay. Her short blonde curls and pearly skin. Wow.
I nudged a man hammerining some pegs into the groung to keep one of the big tents up. "How can I get a job here?" I smiled cooly.
The man spat. "It's more of a hobby. The pay is little if anything. You don't really want a job. But you can get some rest if you want." He pointed me in the direction of the working men's sleeping area, but I was determined. I would stay here.
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