So, idk why but I just wanted to write this...it's kinda like "music and lyrics" meets "remember me" (shutup! I dont wanna hear your teasing about RPatzz ok! I never said I liked twilight!).
Emily pushed a strand of her candy red hair behind her ear. Sighing, she sat down at the baby grand piano. Her fingers moved slowly over the ever familiar keys. Closing her eyes, she began to play. Music was her escape, a way for her to leave the reality of the real world behind. She felt so alive when she let her mind drift and go into the safety of her sanctuary.
Her fingers made love to the keys as she played one of her favorite pieces from Mozart. The beautiful music filled the air, drifting out the open window and catching the attention of passers by. Emily had learned how to play the piano at a young age. She had grown up in a house filled with people, yet she had always been so very alone.
Her mother was a well-known wedding planner in town and her father the owner of a very successful gym. She also had a brother and a sister, whom she never gotten on with, not really other two had followed in their parents footsteps, Emily had not. She had always known that she was different, even when she was a child. While her classmates joked around when the little boys, she had caught herself watching the little girls much more. At the tender age of seven, Emily realized without a doubt she was different. She developed her first major crush on a neighborhood girl whom happened to be her sister's best friend. Needless to say that ended up badly, in other words, nowhere.
Emily tried to hide her attraction to girls by losing herself in her music. She began to write songs at the age of ten. Most of her pieces were composed while sitting alone at night by the piano while Katie was out shagging some guy, and even in those rare times that Katie slept at home, she was a heavy sleeper. At times like those, she was thankful in a way that her sister didn't care enough to notice. She managed to hide her sexuality from her parents until she was sixteen. At that point, her sister realized her secret. The first thing Katie did was run and tell their parents whom promptly disowned Emily. Her entire family pretty much turned against her when they learned she was attracted to women. It had hurt for a long, long time, but eventually, she forced herself to get over it and move on. She had to.
After being kicked out on to the streets, Emily had made the journey to New York, the city that never sleeps. She had gotten a waitressing job at a local restaurant and had taken classes to get at least some kind of diploma. Times were hard for awhile, but Emily was determined to make it in the city. Thankfully, she had managed to even make some good friends there. Her apartment wasn't much but it was a place to sleep. She had a tiny space with a small cot where she slept and a simple bathroom just around the corner. There was no TV, only a little radio that stayed directly beside her bed. Music was all that kept her going on some days.
By the time she was sixteen, Emily was working three jobs just to be able to afford to live. She had gotten another job at a place that sold musical instruments, which was her favorite. The owner always let her play the baby grand piano in the show room on her breaks. He was more than happy to oblige since he said it drew in customers. Emily was extremely talented and skilled. She could play nearly any piece on the piano. Some customers would even come in and make requests for songs, which she would happily play. Emily's only happiness came from the short amounts of time she was able to spend at the piano.
Until one day, fate stepped in and changed Emily's life forever when a mysterious woman visited the shop. The woman was elegant and sophisticated, the redhead recognized her from somewhere, but she wasn't quite sure where. The moment she walked in she seemed to have an aura that surrounded her. Her hair hung well down her back in straight strands of charcoal black. Her eyes were a bright green, piercing through Emily as she removed her sunglasses and watched her play. Emily had never felt nervous when she played, but this was a rare exception. The way the woman watched her made every hair on her body stand at attention. She smiled up at the woman when she requested an obscure piece of music. Emily knew the piece by heart though, as it was one of her favorites. She moved her hands over the keys with passion filled fingertips, her eyes meeting with the mysterious woman's as she played the music.
When she had finished playing, she placed her hands by her side and looked up at the woman. Emily nervously shifted on the wooden bench as the woman continued to stare. Finally, the woman spoke. "You were wonderful."
"Thank you," a blush passed over Emily's cheeks as she glanced at her. "I've always loved to play."
"So have I. I started playing the piano when I was eleven, although, I am not nearly as skilled with it as you are." Smiling, she continued to speak as she reached into her coat, producing a card. "Where are my manners, I'm Abigail Woods."
4 years later
"You ready?"
"If I said no, would it make a difference?" Emily sighed, not wanting to get out of the limo into a frenzy of flashing lights.
"Don't worry about it, they love you," Elizabeth Stonem, her manager and publicist, replied, signaling the driver to come and open the doors.
Emily shrugged, bracing herself for the blinding blaze that always greeted her whenever she went out these days. Over the past couple of years, she'd done well for herself, really well. Abigail Woods, the woman that walked in that day, was the artistic director of Juilliard, and soon after their meeting, she was offered a scholarship in the music division. After graduating, with some help from her professors, the redhead managed to become a professional pianist and composer, even collaborating with mainstream artists. In the blink of an eye, Emily Fitch became a household name, number 82 on Forbes 'most powerful' list. She was on top of the world.
The door opens and instantly loud, shouting voices hit her from every direction.
"Emily!"
"Over here!"
"Can we get a shot of you here!"
Jesus, Emily thought as she headed straight for the entrance, ignoring the interviewers and camera men. Fame and fortune, who needs it?
I know I know, super cliche etc etc, and let me tell you, this will probably get very Hollywood rom-com-y so don't be all up in my grill when it becomes predictable/cheesy/ridiculously unrealistic/etc etc and I SUCK at writing this kinda stuff so you'll probably roll your eyes a lot when reading, haha.
