chapter 1

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I felt the nerves in my stomach, the adrenaline rush was pumping through my veins as the MC introduced me, and I changed my normal glasses to my big sunglasses, picked up my acoustic guitar and slowly walked on stage. I got a welcoming applause while I walked up to the microphone. I gave the audience a smile; they quietened down as I started strumming the introduction on my guitar to my song:

“Looking at me like they know who I am, but really don’t, judging me not giving me a chance to find out I want to be”

I closed my eyes and poured my heart into the lyrics. The song is what I’m about; I’m judged at school as a boring nerd with glasses and always having my head in a book. They didn’t give me a chance to show them that I was all about music. Nobody knows I can sing or play the guitar. That’s I why I go to the local diner on open mike Monday the only place I’m known and welcomed as me, the musically talented girl.

You’re probably thinking my school mates might notice me at the diner, but they don’t, I wear sunglasses to cover my eyes and let my hair out which is usually in a bun at school. Nobody knows my real name at the diner so they call me my stage name ‘Red Star’ The first time performed I hadn’t introduced my name so they got ‘Red Star’ because I had a red star on the shirt I was wearing.

As I finished my song a saw a girl staring at me intently, I knew who she was, she sat next to me in music class. For a second I thought she knew who I was, but then I realised I have been here for almost a year and not a single person knows who I am, why would somebody guess now? With that thought in mind, I left the stage and got ready to go home.

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