Just What I Needed

Just What I Needed (10)

"Hurry your skinny ass up," Haley came up, slapping Keely's ass friendlily. "We have cheer practice in ten minutes. And if you're not there captain, I'll have to hang around with the skinny blonde bitches."

But Keely wasn't listening.

Here was the chance, if she took a left and walked into the music room, she would be choosing music. And that would mean that sometime before or after Mr. Summers' piano lesson, she would be calling Miss Jones to tell her that she was going to take her up on the offer.

Or she could turn right, and walk with her best friend out to cheer practice. Live the rest of her high school days like that, cheering for her ex-boyfriend.

But Keely had a feeling that Tony wouldn't be her ex-boyfriend for long if she stayed living her life as the girl that was too afraid to stand up and tell people what she wanted most in this world. And she was rather afraid of that option.

Smiling, Keely turned away from Haley.

"Uh... Keels, I don't know if you're turning into my grandmother, but the gym is this way," Haley laughed, grabbing her hand and pulling her to the right.

"I'm not going," Keely announced.

Instead of being insulted, Haley just looked confused. "Well, you have nowhere else to go. You missed the bus, and you might as well stay until he comes and picks you up."

Laughing lightheartedly, Keely took another step to the left, dislodging her best friend's hand. "What I mean is that I'm going to take those dreams that have been offered to me on a plate. I'm quitting the squad by the way, and I'm going to the music room."

"You don't even play or sing," Haley interrupted blankly.

"You'll just have to find out when you buy my album, which I fully expect you to do by the way," suddenly confident, Keely turned on her heel and walked to the music room.

Mr. Summers was standing by the door, holding it open while watching her decision. He nodded with a smile to her as Keely walked past him into the room, and she had a feeling that they had chosen the same things.

Pulling out her phone, Keely pressed quickly on Miss Jones.

"Hello?" the raspy voice answered.

"I want to see the effect of my music helping people as much as others have helped me. And I'm trusting you with it."

For Maureen Jones, the voice didn't need any introduction. First of all, she'd had the hope for Miss Keely Staub to say yes hovering in her sub-conscious since she had proposed the deal. And, though she would say she had known Keely would sign with her label the entire time, Maureen had been worried.

Worried that Keely would want to keep her music to herself. Secondly, there was no mistaking the wonderful sound of her voice.

"Why don't we talk about it in meeting?" she started.

"Sorry," Keely interrupted immediately. "But I'm in the middle of my piano session, can I call you back?"

Maureen was taken back for a moment, but said, "Of course," graciously.

Smiling brightly at Mr. Summers, Keely sat down on the piano bench. "So what did you choose?"

"The same as you."

Three hours later, Keely's head was feeling a bit light, her voice a bit hoarse, and her fingers a bit sore. She was feeling amazing.