She sits alone, a silent beauty in the sea of so many other people. Her chocolate brown eyes scan the room, frantically searching for an exit. She sees none, and waits, trapped.
He walks into the room, not expecting much. Why would he? At seventeen years of age, he has finally learned that when his parents say that something will be "fun", the promises never come true. He suspects that this will be the same false promise they have been feeding him for years.
She, not glimpsing an escape, begins to open her book, surrendering to the fact that this is her cage for the time being. Might as well make the best of it.
He takes notice of the two horrible sounding singers on the stage, wincing as one attempts to hit a high note. Not very well, he might add.
She doesn't begin to notice the horrific music, too wrapped up into the book she is reading to really care. She doesn't, in fact, notice much of anything until the blinding white lights of the spotlight flash across her eyes.
He is being pushed to the stage, microphone shoved into his hand. His protests fall on deaf ears. No one seems to care.
She is standing on the stage, blinking frantically, a deer in the headlights. She can't find any escape.
He sings first, hoping to make the best of things. Though he is sure he is tone deaf, he sure gets a lot of stunned looks.
She sings next, softly and quietly at first. But as shy as she may be, this boy is bringing out the bold girl in her. And she is sure enjoying it.
He is amazed. Breathless. Dang, this girl can sing.
She doesn't know how, but somehow they finished the song. She can breathe once again. Her heart flutters though, as the handsome boy who dueted with her leads her outside. Wow.
He feels something for her. Maybe it is a spark, or maybe it's just nothing. He isn't quite sure yet.
She listens as the cries of a happy new year fill the air, and she can feel the possibility of everything and anything. This year will be different, she knows.
He wants to pull her closer, embrace her into his arms. But he will wait.
She doesn't know if she will ever see him again. She wants to though. But she knows that she will never forget this night. This unbelieveable, magical night.
The first night of the rest of her life.
Sooo...*stands nervously*.. I hope everyone liked it. I have always wanted to do Troyella drabbles. Review? Let me know what you think?