I'm Nat Wolff. I'm 12 years old. I live in one of the biggest cities in the

world. I'd say I'm a pretty straight shooter in life. But something has been off

lately, and I just don't know. When you're young the city surprises you everyday.

I loved that I had everything to look forward to. But now everything is

completely dull. I see the same people, walk the same streets I grew up on. In

my block everyone knows me. I'm nobody in most of the city, because I haven't

been everywhere. My dad's been pretty protective over me and my little brother

Alex ever since my mom died. I mean he's pretty carefree on most stuff, but we

can't venture out through most of the city. So I've just been in a fraction of

what's out there. But I've learned not to mind.

Pretty much the entire routine of my day I can predict to a T. But there's one

thing I never get tired of and that is always changing. Every second of every

day. It's like the pulse of the world.

Music.

I started out with something my mom brought home when I was 3. Alex was only a

baby but I guess he was affected like I was. It was an old Beatles album,

''Rubber Soul'' I think. That changed my life. I loved it. I asked my mom and

dad to play it everyday. I liked it so much Mom was willing to buy every album

she could.

For me music is a chance to do something for this world no one but you can do in

your own way. Everyone has a story to tell. And this is one of mine.

When I was about 7, I went through my dad's old boxes and got an old notebook.

It was pretty beaten up with a coffee stain or two, but it was useable. I tried

writing my own songs. I was used to writing old napkins but it wasn't working. I

wanted to ask my mom if I could borrow some pens, but she had to leave for work,

so she couldn't help me. As she shut the door I yelled, ''Bye momma!!'' She

didn't say bye back, so I put the notebook away and played with Alex. He grabbed

some pans and spoons and started banging on them. I laughed because he kept

yelling ''Ringo Starr!'' My dad laughed too.

But the laughing wouldn't last forever.

My dad got a phone call. In a few seconds he had lost all color in his face. His

eyes were lifeless. He grabbed his coat and ran for the door. Ten minutes later

our babysitter Jessie came knocking on the door. Alex quit playing and ran up to

hug her. Little guy had a crush, and I didn't have the heart to tell him that it

was pretty much illegal for them to date. Blame TV for how I know that.

Soon dad came back, he was crying and his eyes were swollen. He came and held us

tight and cried even harder.

That night I wrote my first song.

''Momma don't me cry, even if you don't say goodbye. Momma, momma, momma don't

let me cry. Momma don't let me. Momma don't let me.''

Music can let people know you want to die inside. But also that you're ready for

new life. But I wasn't ready for the new life that was coming.

A/N ok, I'm totally gonna rewrite this story. Well this first parts is more

depressing than the rest will be, but I felt I needed to jumpstart the story

from the beginning, because to continue where I left off wasn't doing it for me.

Please forgive for not updating. No excuses, only lack of time and lack of

interest. Please review so I can know if its better or worse than the original

premise. :) thanks