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Chapter 1

Francesca's POV
I wake up in my apartment. The walls in my room are light grey and covered in punk band posters. I roll out of bed and walk over to my closet filled with black and the occasional grey. I grab a black tank and grey jeans. After I finish dressing for my job at a small music shop in downtown New York, where I live, I brush my teeth and my long black hair. I walk into my small kitchen. It is painted white with steel countertops and a small black fridge in the corner. I open the dark brown cabinet and grab out a bagel. I open the fridge and grab the cream cheese. Then walk out onto my balcony that looks over the city. I open my phone and check Instagram, Snapchat, and Twitter. I then open Spotify and turn on my playlist turning the sound completely up. I play around with my powers for a little while arranging the items on my balcony. When I glance at my phone I notice that if I don't go I will be late for work. I walk back into the apartment and put the cream cheese back into the fridge. I live in my apartment alone. My dad died when I was twelve and my mom drank to forget his death. I left home at the age of fourteen hoping to find a better life. I grab my black jacket and pull it over my shoulders then grab my keys, my phone, and my headphones. When I get out of my apartment I turn and lock the door. I plug my headphones into my phone and turn up my playlist. I walk down the stairs out of my apartment building and turn left to head for the shop. I make my way through the crowds of the frantic city by shoving. I make it to the run down music shop. When I walk in I see the familiar cases of records and CDs. I look at the posters on the wall from bands that played in the 80s and 70s. I walk to the front and take the key to the cash register and unlock it. A few people come in and I check them out. When business slows down I put in my headphones and make a remix of songs. I add it to my private collection. I zone out only to be brought back by a customer. "What do you want?" I scowl at him. "Just wondering if you could check this out for me." He says defensively. I glare at him and he purchases the record. As he leaves, he leaves his brown hair forever etched in my memory. I roll my eyes and endure the lasts hours of work. When I finish I lock up the small shop and head home. When I get back to my apartment I unlock the door and walk in. I flop on the couch and close my eyes. I stand up and walk to my room and change into black sweatpants and a black t-shirt. I walk into the kitchen and grab a snack of potato chips. I grab the bag and turn on my TV to catch up on the latest episode of Shadowhunters. I eventually fall asleep on the couch but wake up around 11:00 p.m. I look out the window and I'm immediately attracted to the sky. The darkness with the speckles of light. I walk onto the balcony and look at the sky. It's called the city that never sleeps for a reason. I see the lights and the cars and the people now just leaving work. I stay out in the balcony for a few hours. I go back inside and head straight for my room. I lay down with my playlist blasting through my ears.
I wake up and complete my normal routine. I go to work only to encounter the brown hair and hazel eyed boy. I sigh, "You again?" He smiles. "Yes. I've grown quite fond of this place." I roll my eyes and adjust my jacket. "Could you tell me about this record?" I walk over to him. "It's from Journey. The band. One of their greatest hits." He nods. "I'll take this one." He buys the record and leaves. He comes back to the shop everyday. I eventually stopped scowling and actually started to enjoy him coming back. Not that I would ever tell him. That night when I went home I heard bangs and laughter coming from the vacant apartment next to me. Well I guess it's not vacant anymore. I roll my eyes. Oh great, new neighbors. I couldn't  fall asleep that night because of the happy family moving in. I tossed and turned and eventually gave up. Thoughts of my father crept in. He was the most amazing person. Always helpful. Always happy. I wish I could be like him. I wish I had the same power but I don't. He was water and I am darkness. My thoughts soon turned over to my mother. I remember her before my father's death. She was bold and fierce. She loved with all of her or not at all. She was fire. Tears threaten to arise but I pushed them down quickly. I promised that my parents and my past would not make me cry. I have to be strong. For my dad. I wondered how my mom is doing. Where is she? Is she dead? Does she still drink? I haven't seen her in two years. My past, my parents, my powers. They have made me who I am and I have to be proud of that. I fell asleep with pride in my heart that night. When I woke up that morning I pulled out a piece of paper and decided to write a letter to my mother. For the longest time the page stayed blank. Eventually I got a few words down. I gave up and head out onto the balcony to make some remixes. I heard the neighbor laughing and it made me long for my own family. My family is pushed from my thoughts as music fills its space. Music helped me through my darkest times. Without it I don't know what I would do.