Heyy guys! So this is my first story and it's about Rose and Dimitri but it's all human and it's got a lot to do with music a following your dreams :p I hope your enjoy it!

Summary: Rosemarie Hathaway was never really happy with her life... there were too many rules to follow and she hated that her freshman crush moved away... will destiny combine the two? Or will she allow her parent to control her life forever?

The Characters do not belong to me they are all Richelle Mead's 3

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Prologue: (freshman year)

It was my freshman year, and to be quite frank, you always have a crush in high school… it's inevitable. So I fell really hard for this guy, who was an amazing singer and I absolutely adored his voice—it was to die for. He never really returned any of my feelings, and although it was sad at first, my story began to gradually change.

My name is Rose Hathaway Mazur; I'm 16 years old and have been born and raised in Turkey. I'm quite tall for my age; I have a slight tan, eyes the color of dark brown and curly long locks that fall 3inches below my shoulders. I have always been passionate about music and wish that one day I could pursue my dreams, and become a professional musician. My parents, on the other hand, have different plans for my future—they want me to complete high school in Turkey and then move to Switzerland, where I must study Business in order to be able to work for a successful bank when I grow up. I never wanted any of that, and honestly I was never picky about anything except one thing—my dreams. I was taking choir in freshman year, and it was so much fun that I always found myself auditioning for solos just for the opportunity to perform.

He was in my choir class and his name was Dimitri Belikov who was from Russia. His accent was so smooth and silky that every time I would hear him speak, I could not help but imagine what it would be like for him to be addressing me, and not someone else, whose conversation I was overhearing. He was so tall and handsome, that it was sometimes hard to look at his beautiful face. He had gorgeous shoulder length hair that he would tie up in a ponytail when writing music, and would always look so focused that I never wished to interrupt him of his thoughts. I was too scared to talk to him in person, so I decided that I would get his Facebook, and talk to him through chat once in a while. Heck, I remember the first thing I ever said to him:

*Flashback*

6:15pmRose

I keep messin up in choir

its embarrassing

6:16pmDimitri

Haha are u a soprano?

6:16pmRose

Yup

6:16pmDimitri

Then yeah lol

Sorry

* End flashback*

I was so afraid that he would find out that I was crushing on him, that I avoided talking to him at times. I would be walking in the hallways of the school and I would see him; the second that happened, I would rush in the opposite direction. It was quite pathetic really. I was bolting down the halls as if someone was chasing me, and the only place that I could find refuge was in the library. I also had this enormous love for books. It was my second favorite pastime, after singing, that is. One day I saw him walking through the library, looking as handsome as ever and decided that since he was in the place I felt most comfortable. I would go talk to him. I had no idea that what he would say to me, would have me scarred for life, it also didn't help that I asked the most random question on the face of the planet:

"Hey! What do u think of me as?" I asked stupidly.

"Look…I think you're a nice person and all, I just don't want you to think that I like you or anything weird…look—" he said softly, as if he were feeling sorry for me.

"Umm noo way! I mean, yeah ok, I get why you would think that, but I don't." I lied.

"Okay, still…" he said as if he could see right through me, his eyes narrowing slightly.

"Still what?" I ask irritated, hoping he didn't notice how much his words humiliated me.

"I think it's weird that you're talking to me all the time, and I don't even know you."

"Never mind that question, I don't want an answer…bye." I walked away, tears streaming down my face. It had been the most humiliating thing that I had ever done, and I still regret it.

"I'm sorry, don't get me wrong, I don't think you're a bad person or anything…" he stopped talking when he saw me run for it.

I knew then, that he was not for me… yet I still went back for more and more of him because I couldn't forget him. It took me a couple of weeks to get the courage to speak to him again. I asked him if he was mad at me, and he had replied no, however I could see that he still didn't comprehend why I was talking to him. I had to explain to him that a boy I had liked had left the year before, and that I needed to talk to someone in order to forget about him, but all he said was:

"Why me, randomly?"

"I don't know, I guess I thought you were nice enough to talk to, that's all…"

"Wouldn't it be easier if you talked to a girl about this kind of stuff?" I smiled at that because my only friends, Adrian Ivashkov and Lissa Dragomir, would never understand. Firstly, because Adrian was a womanizer—a fact that I had gotten used to, as long his behavior wasn't directed towards me. Secondly, Lissa was my best friend, but she had a boyfriend and had never known true tragedy and loss of a loved one.

"No actually it wouldn't, but I won't talk to you about it. I just wanted to get to know you… because I'm not really good at making friend with people…"

"That's Bull, go and talk to people." He replied.

After that, I started talking to him more frequently than I would like to admit. I would spend hours at a time at the computer talking to him about everything and anything. Since we shared a love and passion for music, we often spoke of the musical we were in, and how the director of the play was too harsh, and pretended like we were on Broadway. We became close, and I started to open up to him and tell him that my life was not all that great and that I was miserable at home. My parents were great people, but they didn't quite get me. I was forced to obey silly rules like never talking to boys, never being able to hang out with my friends and I just didn't want to live like that. I poured my heart out to this guy that I barely knew, yet every time I would talk to him I would feel so much better. He told me a couple of times to run away when he found out that I was going to be having an arranged marriage, but I always took it lightly and never really said much about it… I guess I dodged the topic, almost more than I dodged talking about a fiancé that I would never really know.

We had been friends for months before we sang a duet together. It was such a big deal to me and I had been practicing 'Don't Stop Believing' for months in order to get the solo. We had both tried out and the teacher had loved us both, so decided to make us do a duet together. That meant that we would have to spend time with each other after school and I was so ecstatic I never thought that anything could ruin my happiness.

Reality hit me when at the end of the year he left me. Well, we were never really together but I never got a chance to tell him what he meant to me. When I found out that he was leaving, I wrote him a message. No not the email kind, but the real kind that one writes with their hands to make it more profound and meaningful. The night before he left, I must have written a hundred different letters, but I could never get the words to come out the way I felt them. After I thought that I could do no better, I perfumed the letter and signed with my name at the bottom.

The next day at school had been horrible because I saw him more than I had ever seen him in a day. Lissa told me to go up to him and talk to him. I had asked her what good that would do, yet she would not listen to a word that I would say. She gave up soon, and Adrian did not help one bit in the cheering up department. All he could say was that he was better looking and that he would treat me better. I loved Adrian but he didn't understand that he was not a random guy to me; he was a friend that I thought of as a brother.

I was in Biology when the last bell of the day rang. I had not been paying attention all day and had been given extra homework because of it, but I didn't care. All I could think of was that Dimitri was leaving and that I would never see him again. I rushed to my locker to get my books and stuffed them into my bag when I saw the letter. I reached for it and decided that this was my last chance to give it to him. I ran through the hallways pushing and dodging anyone in my way. I looked for him at his locker but he wasn't there. Hopelessly I made my way to the school gates. What if he had already left? Was the only though that came to my mind. I ran through the doors and there he was surrounded by friends that were showering him with goodbyes. I had to do it, I thought. I saw him getting in his car, and I ran after him, hoping that he would hear me and not leave. I ran as fast as my feet could carry me, but it was no use, I yelled his name again and again but his car was moving too fast…

He was gone…

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