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<3 The Singer who followed her heart <3

My voice echoed through the empty building as I sang the notes in front of me, the echo came right back and I smiled liking the idea of their being two of me. The end of the song came and I stopped hanging onto the ending note for a bit longer than I was supposed too. Click, Clack, Click, Clack the heels of my music teacher hit against the floor as he walked down the church aisle a disgusted look on his face "child, you must read the music, not the song; hold the notes for the right time!" he snapped coming to a halt infront of me. "yes Mr.Chavolski" I mumbled hanging my head slightly to show I was resigned. He nodded and clapped his hands "good. Again from the top" he said turning "but Mr.Chavolski I've done it 23...." I trailed off as he turned his head one eyebrow raised "what was that?" he asked a smirk on his face "nothing Sir" I said turning back 2 pages to the beginning. "good and, 1,2,3, 4"
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I walked out of the church my music book under my arm and wet eyes. He had made me repeat the song 11 more times before setting me homework. I was annoyed with myself for letting him bully me and upset because I had let my heart take the lead and not followed the music. I scuffed my feet against the cold tarmac of the path that curled through the graveyard. I looked up as I always did as I passed me great-grandma's grave. Today though I stopped and beant over the headstone. I read the inscription smiling at her oblivion to meaning;

To follow your heart is to be always happy and right.
to follow your mind is to be uncertain and untrue to yourself

I shook my head again at her silliness and stroked my hand along the words thinking maybe I could rub them away and write what was true and proper. But like eveytime I did it stayed and so did her belief. I straightened and carried on pushing it to the back of my mind as I came to the road. She was wrong, I knew and Mr.Chavolski was right as usual. I stepped into the road and crossed over looking left and right even though it was silent like every Sunday. I pushed the door to her house open hoping no one was home. No one was. I grinned; happier now and skipped up the stairs to her room. Here I was myself, here I could be me not my mum's idea or anyones except for mine. I dropped my satchel and music book and pushed open my bay window letting the breeze blow my hair around. I opened my mouth and sang letting my voice fit with the wind.

Someday I'll fly away,
Leave all that to yesterday.
What more can love do to me....

I trailed off leaning on the sill, the beauty of the music broken by the sight of my great-grandmother's headstone. Maybe, just maybe she could be right? I pulled the curtains shut sharply knowing I shouldn't twist my mind.
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The music circled through my head, but I knew I couldn't sing eventhough I wanted to. The lady up on the stage was my idol, one day I hoped to be like her; Cassadra Elliot. She had sung opera, classic, made her own style, sung for royalty and travelled across the world. I shifted in my seat at the front, earing a glare from my mother who sat on my right. My younger sister's head lolled against the back of her seat on my left and I nudged her awake not wanting her to miss this. I mouthed the words with her and for a moment I thought i had caught Cassandra's eye, but then she looked away and I sunk lower in my seat a bit more. But then my heart started racing as she beckoned at me in the middle of the song. I looked around but no one else had noticed. She did it again and I pushed myself up hovering above my seat. No one had noticed. I stood and my mum's head snapped towards me "sit down Grace!" she hissed but I didn't listen because no Cassandra was smiling and nodding at me, I took a step forwards and my mum grabbed my armand said again louder this time "Grace, sit down!" I shrugged away her grip and started walking more confidently. It was like in a dream, suddenly a spotlight showed my slanted silloheute and then a microphone appeared on stage. I climbed up the steps realising he crowd had gone silent, eventhough Cassandra carried on and so did the music. I stepped up next to her and she nodded at me. I knew what to do. When she started the chorus again I sang and my voice joined her through the speakers, I was the perfect pitch, the right tune and now Cassandra took my hand and the audience when the song ended stood up and whooped and cheered. I blushed not noticing my mum glaring angrily at me, pure fury blazing in her eyes, her body erect and tense. No, what I did notice was that my Great-grandmother wasright.

To follow your heart is to be always happy and right.
to follow your mind is to be uncertain and untrue to yourself

I had followed my heart, not anyone else, or my mind, I had finally found a meaning.

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The Alley Boy
Down the alley in the dark,
"Don't go down there! It's not s smart!"
Lay a boy cold and staring,
"Why not? It's just a bit of shadows!"
No breath escapes, not a shudder,
"Maybe, but it's dangerous!"
One lunge with a knife, one body in the dirt,
Don't be a wimp! I'm going down!"
But now mist surrounds, and a boy stands,
Fine! But don't blame me if you don't come back!
Identical to the boy except for being crytsal white and hovering...

{{not finished!}}

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