The Star and the Wanna Be

Chapter One: I am destined to be a "Singer"

Hi. I am Creslda Evans. And I am an aspiring singer. I know I am not born with a golden voice like others. But I.CAN.SING I know I CAN SING. I can feel it in my heart. "I AM DESTINED TO BE A SINGER".

I don't have a creative mind to write songs. I don't know how they do it. I've tried it before. But all I could think of is "Tooot...tooot...tooot.." It just gives me a migrane! But I will not lose hope. Just like my paretns always say, "Try and try, until you die!" Wait? Did I just say die? Hahahah, just kidding! It's "Try and try, until you succeed." But seriously? When I was just a kid I really thought it is "die" instead of "succeed:. By the way, I've got nothing to lose if I tried right? It is free to dream. And I will chase that dream

Unfortunately for me it is not free. Because I need to give up all my savings so that I can go to New York where Golds Recording Company is.

Why do I have this courage to do this?

Flashback 

I woke up with a smile on my face. I rolled on my back and started stretching. I sat abruptly and looked at the digital clock at my bedside table. It read 9:30A.M. 

"Oh my gosh! I'm late for class!", I flipped the blanket and jumped off my bed. My toes hit the bedside table and I shut my eyes when I felt the pain.

"Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!", I hissed as I hopped my way to the bathroom while holding my right foot.

I closed the door and stripped off my clothes. Then I stopped, "Wait, didn't I graduate yesterday?", I murmured to myself. "Yeah, right. Perfect!", face-palming when I remembered my college graduation.

I stepped at the shower to take a bath. Taking my time to brush every inch of my body. I finished and dried myself with my blue towel. Yeah. That's right. I love blue.

I picked an aqua blue tank top and denim short shorts to wear. Then I looked at the mirror and started combing my wet brunette hair to tie it up. I put mascara on my lashes, slightly opening my mouth while doing it. And brushed some lipgloss on my thin lips.

I got out of the bathroom and peeked under my bed to find my flip flops. I slipped it on and started my way downstairs.

I looked at the living room and no one's there. I narrowed my eyes. "Hmm.."

I looked around the house and saw no one. The house is quiet. I headed to the kitchen to made breakfast. "Where is everyone?", I murmured.

I opened the cupboard and took out a glass and filled it with fresh milk from the fridge. I turned around and found a platter of bacon and eggs at the center of our mahogany round dining table.

I put down my glass of milk on the table and put two slices of bread on the toaster. I waited for a minute and heard it click, signaling that it is done. I placed my toasted breads on a plate and sat down. I took some bacons and eggs. And put it on my toasted breads to make a sandwich.

When I was about to take my first bite, my mom suddenly appeared in the door way. Her brunette short hair was pulled back. She was wearing a khaki shirt, faded blue jeans, black flip flops and an apron that has paints on it. On her right hand, she was holding two paint brushes. She paused and smiled at me.

"Good Morning, Honey!", she chirped and headed to the sink to wash her hands and the brushes.

"Morning too. Where are you painting?", I asked, munching my food.