"Okay, I'm done. Now hurry!" the makeup artist cried out. "You're up in two minutes. Don't you dare mess up your makeup again!"
Maude ran out, keeping her hands away from her recently rouged cheeks, and Matt hurried behind her.
She stood right behind the curtain and listened to the host's cheerful voice, announcing her.
"Now ladies and gentlemen, we have a new artist with us tonight. She's spent her last six months in New York working on her first album. Her first single has been released and is a huge hit . . ."
"Maude," Matt whispered, tugging her sleeve.
"Yes?" She looked back at him, smiling.
"I just wanted to tell you . . . to let you know that you can always count on me."
"I know, Matt," Maude smiled gratefully.
"Her voice will take your breath away, her music is amazing . . . "
"No, I'm serious. Our friendship has had its ups and downs, but I don't want it to be that way anymore."
"I don't care if you're with Thomas Bradfield. As long as you're happy, I'm happy."
Maude paused, puzzled. "What? Thomas Bradfield—"
"Give a round of applause for Maude Laurent!" the host cried.
"That's your cue! Go!" Matt urged.
Maude reluctantly turned away from Matt and hurried on stage.
The blaring lights blinded her as she entered the stage and faced the cheering crowd. She had to restrain her impulse to shield her eyes and continued steadily towards the dark Steinway.
She had played on it earlier but then, she hadn't felt nervous. Her hands hadn't been trembling, and her voice hadn't been shaky. Maude sat on the piano stool and looked towards the crowd. They were all there.
James and Victoria were holding hands and beaming like proud parents. Cynthia, dignified as always, was trying to keep Ben from falling off his seat while he was waving madly at Maude. Jazmine, hands clasped, was sending all the positive energy she could muster from her seat.
Maude turned to the piano and sang her first song.
She had played it many times before but this time was different. She had grown. Maude wasn't the same person she'd been six months ago, and her performance wasn't that of a mere teenager—it was that of a young woman who had looked at life in the eye and refused to bend her spine.
She finished her first song and prepared herself for the second.
She had planned to sing "Sunrise" from her debut album, but now she knew she couldn't play that song, not after all she'd just been through.
Maude dedicated her second song, John Lennox's "Coming Home," to her parents.
She took a deep breath and started singing:
There is nothing left for me to do
But to live without you
To bear the pain and misery
Of your silent memory
As she played, she released the pain she had been holding back for years. Her parents were dead. They were gone forever, but she was still alive. Though her pain was severe, it also gave her strength. Strength to sing in a clear voice, strength to overcome her fears, strength to master her initially shaky fingers, and strength to let her notes reverberate through the audience.
Our souls will meet again
Oh yes, we'll smile again
I won't ever be alone
The day that I'll be coming home.
Her voice rang out as clear as water from a fountain and wavered with deep emotion as the song washed away her doubt, drowned her insecurities, and melted her pain into a beautiful, calm river of hope.
Maude ended her song and carefully folded her hands on her knees.
"I did it," she muttered softly to herself.
The crowd broke into thunderous applause. She could hear whistling and thumping. As she walked towards the host, she squinted her eyes to avoid the blaring lights and saw the crowd on its feet, cheering and calling her name.
She smiled and greeted the host, a man with a prominent nose and a large, kind smile.
"Wow, wow, wow," he exclaimed. This host was known for his exuberance. But then, TV hosts are rarely known for being discreet. "That was incredible, Maude!"
Maude laughed, relieved to be breathing at a normal pace again.
"Just tell me, Maude," he started in a conversational tone. "How does a sixteen-year-old teenager, raised in the north of France, end up spending six months in New York recording her debut album with the world's hottest pop star?"
"That, my friend, is a very interesting question," she answered, her dark brown eyes twinkling mischievously. "It was luck. I was lucky enough to meet James Baldwin, a great producer and friend. He took me under his wing and here I am."
"You are one lucky girl, Maude Laurent! I have another question for you. I'm sure you've heard Lindsey Linton and Thomas Bradfield's duet 'Paris Versus New York City.' I think you have a unique position to answer this on the question. Which city do you prefer: Paris or New York?"
Maude laughed again and knew without seeing him that Matt was chuckling behind the scenes.
"Had you asked me this question six months ago, I would've said Paris without any hesitation. Paris will always be the city where I was discovered and for sure the most romantic city in the world," Maude started. "Now, I honestly can't imagine living anywhere else than New York," she admitted, startled at her own admission.
She knew now, thanks to people she'd met and loved in New York where she truly belonged. Maude gazed fondly at the Baldwins, who were listening intently to every word that came out of her mouth, and she knew she didn't want to part with them. She couldn't part with them, and she shouldn't have to.
She was ready to tell them about the contract she had signed with the Ruchets and let them help her get rid of her foster family once and for all.
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A French Girl in New York ( The French Girl Series #1)Teen Fiction
Maude Laurent is a spirited 16 year-old orphan who grew up in a small, provincial town in the North of France with a passion for piano and a beautiful voice. One day in Paris, she is discovered by an American music producer who takes her to New Yor...