A Twist of Fate (1D series - Book one)

A ЂώζЅŧ of Fate ♪ Thirty-two

We would be staying at Colin’s place. This guy actually had his own apartment in London – I could not believe it. He was only twenty two!

“Are you fine with travelling on the Tube?”

“Why not?” I shrugged.

“My car’s back in my garage,” he said. “I can drive from thereon.”

“Okay…”

I followed him since I was still new to London.

His flat was a comfortable for a small family and it faced the nice park opposite. And true to his word, he had five guitars at home.

“My dad left them here,” he said.

“Does your dad stay over?” I asked.

“Sometimes, but rarely. So don’t worry he’ll drop by,” he chuckled.

“I don’t meeting him though…”

He rolled his eyes, “Yeah, everybody wants to meet Julian Lennon.”

“Sorry…” Colin hated to be linked to his father. He wanted to be known as himself.

“How about your mom?” I asked.

“She stays out of London,” he said. “In Manchester.”

“Manchester?”

“Yeah, your place.”

“Oh…”

“A pity we won’t be stopping by Manchester…”

“Don’t we have time?” I asked.

“Well…,” he pondered. “Actually, we might…”

I grinned, “I’d love to see my mom.”

“Okay,” he smiled. “I don’t saying hi to my mom too.”

“So, where can I leave my stuff?”

“You can use that room,” he led me to the guest room.

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Colin and I sat in silence as he drove us down to RCM campus.

I could tell that he was equally nervous as I was.

It was fortunate that they could accommodate both of us on the same day for the audition, so that we had an extra day to make it down to Manchester.

The trademark orange building came into view as the car went nearer.

I could not believe myself. I had long heard of the college but had never thought of the possibility of me studying in it. It was a prestigious school for all the musicians just like Julliard for the Americans.

“Are you ready?” Colin asked.

I took a deep breath, “I hope so.”

We followed the instructional signs posted to guide us to the audition rooms.

My audition was at fourteen hundred hours while Collin’s was at fifteen hundred. And his was to be another corridor down from mine.

We had to report half an hour before. So I walked up to the registration counter after Colin dropped me at the block.

“Good day, I’m here for my audition.”

“Name please.”

“Josephine Andrews Sam.”