"Two damaged souls who fell in love at a school meant for fucked up rich kids."
Bryce Weston is an uptight seventeen year old who used to have it all. After getting an expulsion from school she's landed at Welton Academy a place for second chances...
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"HOLY SHIT, HOLY shit, holy shit." I muttered holding my stomach as I paced in repetition. My heart was beating so fast I have excepted it to fall out my chest and splat on the floor.
Sersha peeped her head through her door and smiled. "Aw, babe, you are going to be amazing. You know that." I look at her like a half crazed banshee.
I was so clammy and cold it was no joke. My feet felt so weak and my entire mind was playing tennis in itself. I wanted to throw up but my guys decided today would the the day they would not escape my body.
Amazing.
I have the performance in exactly thirty minutes and I was freaking out in a mild fest. Luckily, being already dressed and ready allowed me to continue my anxiousness.
My outfit consisted of a red full sleeves dress. It had a deep sweetheart neckline and flowed down to my ankles. My hair was open with a few twists tied back. And my makeup consisted of winged eyeliner, highlight and tinted lip gloss.
But these jitters were not going away.
"You are about to come up." Trinity walked in eyeing me. "You'll be fine. Don't worry."
"I can't not worry." I hissed at them both and stared up at the ceiling. I had already given my valedictorian speech which was a hit. But playing music in front of a crowd... that was huge.
Too huge.
"Where is Bryce! Bryce! Bryyyyce!" Ms. Clarissa runs here with her four inch heels. She nearly trips over Sersha's rug. "Oh there you are." She breathes and pulls my arm. "Come now. We have to move to the stage." I looked at Sersha helplessly but she gave me a little wave of her fingers.
I ran with her to the elevator and then down the reception. We huddled to backstage and I felt my heart spike.
Ms. Clarissa peeped her head through the black curtains and I got a snippet of the large crowd.
"Nope." I skidded to the right but she pulled me through and stared into my soul.
"Repeat after me Bryce." She sternly looked at me. "You will perform." I closed my lips and she stepped on my toes. I hisses as she nodded at me to follow.
"You will perform."
"Bryce!" She whined.
I rolled my eyes and huffed. "Fine. I will perform tonight."
"I will be fantastic."
"I will be fantastic." I repeated slowing my breathing. I could do this. But then I could also trip in front of hundreds of people and possibly fall on my face too. What if the lid of the piano collapses on me too? Fucking hell.
No wait the lid would be closed.
Oh god.
"You are our first." My head snapped so fast I heard a crack.
