A Secret Wish Chp 2

Chapter Two-----------

Her eyes fluttered open, and she saw a sea of faces staring back at her. Some were bored, some were skeptical, but a few looked intrigued. She focused on those few, feeding off their energy like a moth to a flame. Her voice grew stronger, more confident, and she felt herself coming alive with each note. The fear melted away, leaving only the raw emotion of the music.

The applause that followed her set was like a symphony to her ears. She stepped off the stage, her heart pounding in her chest, to find Luna jumping up and down with excitement. "You killed it, Yvette!" she yelled over the noise. And for the first time, Yvette truly believed she might just have what it takes to make it.

That night, she didn't just sing her favorite songs; she told her story through music. She shared her hopes, her fears, her love for her town, and her desperate need to escape it. And as the crowd began to chant for an encore, she knew she'd found her voice, not just the one that could carry a tune, but the one that could resonate with others.

The days following the open mic night were a whirlwind. People at school stopped her in the hallways to compliment her performance, and she even received a message from a local music producer who'd been in the audience. He wanted to meet with her, talk about her music, and maybe even offer her a chance to record some demos.

The producer's name was Marcus Castellanos, and he had a reputation for discovering talent that went on to do big things. Yvette's heart raced at the thought of what this could mean for her future. The dream she'd held onto so tightly was now within reach, and she couldn't wait to see what was next on her journey to fame.

But with every step forward, she couldn't help but feel a tug at her heartstrings. Her parents had always supported her love for music, but they also had expectations for her to go to college, get a stable job. Yvette knew that following this path could mean disappointing them, leaving her friends behind, and facing an uncertain future. Yet, the pull of the stage was too strong to resist.

As she sat in her room, the neon lights from the Rusty Guitar reflecting off the framed posters of her idols, she made a decision. This was her shot, and she wasn't going to let it slip away. She'd talk to Marcus, record some tracks, and show everyone�"her parents, her friends, and herself�"that she had what it took to make it in the music world. And maybe, just maybe, she'd become the star she was always meant to be.

The meeting with Marcus was nerve-wracking, but his enthusiasm for her talent was infectious. He saw something in her that she hadn't even realized was there: potential. He talked about her unique sound, the way she connected with the audience, and the fire in her eyes when she performed. It was like he knew her better than she knew herself.

But as they discussed the possibility of her leaving town to pursue her music career, she felt the weight of her decision pressing down on her. "I understand if you need to think about it," he said, handing her a card with his number. "This isn't something you rush into."

Yvette nodded, trying to keep her composure as she left his office. She had a lot to consider�"her family, her future, and the fear that maybe she wasn't ready for this after all. But as she stepped out into the cool evening air, the sound of distant music echoed through the streets, a reminder of her dreams and the stage that was waiting for her.

The next few weeks were a blur of late-night jam sessions, phone calls with Marcus, and secret meetings with potential bandmates. She felt like she was living a double life, hiding her burgeoning music career from her parents while trying to keep up with school and her part-time job. The tension grew thicker with each passing day, until it felt like it was suffocating her.

One evening, as she practiced in the garage, her dad walked in, a look of concern etched on his face. "Yvette," he said softly, "your mom and I need to talk to you."

Her heart sank. She knew what this was about. They'd found out about her meetings with Marcus, about her plans to leave. She braced herself for the lecture, the disappointment, the ultimatums. But instead, her dad sat down on the worn couch, the drum kit silent behind her.

Author's Note

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[Kahlan]

It's certainly interesting, but I want to see what happens next now! Mono! :)