Tuning The Broken Strings

Chapter 4 | Talent Show

   2 words, Talent, and Show. The two words that break me down each and every year. The two words that scold me each time I practice. The two words that make my life miserable.
I know there are people who are better at playing guitar than me, but the Talent Show just takes all means of modesty, and throws them out the window, at least that's for this school. Almost everyone in this school signs up for it, even the "nerds", and everyone in this school, is good at something, I'm good with guitar, other people are good with piano, I don't care, but apparently everyone else wants to be better than me. All just because I decided to throw myself out there, and try to become famous, other people could do just what we did, but their just too shy, but not with the Talent Show.
   I sit in my room, laying on my bed, looking up at the ceiling. I grab my iPhone 6s and chuck it onto my bean bag chair. "I'm Booooorrrreeeeddah" I shout to the outside of my room.
   "Hi boreda," my dad calls from the outside, "I'm Dad."
   "No, my name's not boreda, I am bored" I shout back, sitting up off of my blue and white, twin sized bed.
   "Ok then, hello not boreda, I am bored," My dad calls again, "I'm still dad." I rolled my eyes and jump off of my bed, walking towards the door.
   "Ok then, hello still dad," I call back, "I'm Amy"
   "I thought you were not boreda, I am bored." He shouts back.
   "Gah" I mumble, opening the door in front of my face. I walk downstairs, pet my little, white toy poodle, and grab my iPod. I walk back upstairs to grab my phone, but I see him there, standing right in front of my door. "What do you want, Charlie." I say, rolling my eyes.
   "I want you to buy me some ice cream!" My 8 year old brother says, holding up a note that says 'buy him ice cream'.
   "You know that's not my handwriting, and I didn't write that." I say, rolling my eyes again.
   "Then where'd you get it?" He replies, waving it in front of my face.
   I push the note away, "I found it on the floor, I was gonna return it to Ellie, but she didn't wanna talk to me, so I figured I would return it tomorrow" I say, putting my hand on my hips.
   "Who's Ellie?" He says, examining the note.
   "A rich, snobby, annoying girl at school." I laugh.
   "Oh, I hate those people." He laughs.
   "Don't we all." I say, pushing Charlie away and walking into my room. I grab my gold, iPhone 6s from my bean bag chair, and jump back onto my bed. I place the screen in front of my eyes, and start texting the band.
   "Hey, Im bored. Wut do yall wanna do?" I send, hoping for a quick reply.
   "Uhh, idk, Im bored as well. Im up 4 practicing" April sends back.
   "Sure, Im fine with practicing." Jack replies.
   "Hai, bored, bored as well, and fine with practicing." Jaxyn sends.
   "LOL" I send back, laughing so hard, milk could have come out if I had some.
   "Yall can come over here and practice, only my dad's home right now tho" I send again.
   "Alright, who's up for practicing at Amy's?" April sends.
   "*floats to ceiling* I'm up!" Jaxyn sends.
   "Heck yea!" Jack replies.
   Next thing I know, everyone's at my place, jammin'. I walk up to the microphone, "Hey, do ya'll wanna join the Talent Show this year? We haven't for the past 2 years." I say, hoping for yeses.
   "Why not?" Jack says, looking at me through the drums.
   "Sure!" April replies.
   "Well, I guess I can't say no now." Jaxyn laughs.