CHAPTER 3:
"I totally get where you are coming from," I said, trying to convince her of the fact.
She seemed so nice - like I could tell her anything. I felt like I had known her my whole
life.
"What about you?" she asked turning her attention to me. "Do you have any big
dilemmas that you're stuck in?"
Go ahead and tell her, a voice inside me said. There was just something about her that
told me that I could trust her.
"Well actually," I said matter-of-factly. "I do have one. I never really told anyone
about it before because it's kinda personal but I also know that if I don't tell SOMEBODY it
will be bottled up and I'll go crazy. It's not really a secret, just emotions."
"Uh-huh," she said, giving me her full attention. "You can tell me," she added.
Taking a deep breath, I began: "I lived in Castleton for my whole life until I came here
awhile ago. My parents both died in a awful car accident that still haunts me to this day, and I
had to choose between staying home where that memory would always be alive or moving
somewhere new and starting my life over again."
"Ohhh, I'm so sorry!" Whitney exclaimed, putting her hand on top of mine. She looked
like she really cared.
Even though we barely knew each other, I felt like we were a comfort to one another
already. We had just pretty much told each other our deep secrets that we hadn't told anyone
else.
She gave me a nice hug. I hugged her back.
"So that's why you moved here," she exclaimed knowingly.
I nodded a yes.
"It must have been SO hard for you," she continued. "I can't imagine what I would do
if that happened to me." She looked away and I could tell that she was thinking about how life
would be for her if her parents were gone.
"Umm, do you want to continue singing?" I asked her, trying to change the subject. "I
have a couple of songs you could sing to if you want."
I got up to show her the songs she could sing to. Having been a DJ for a while back at
Castleton, I had quite a nice collection of CDs.
"Yeah, sure," she said quietly. I could tell she respected my decision to change the
topic of our conversation.
"Ok," I said. "Let me just set up the equipment again."
She went back to singing for another hour.
"Do you want to sing some songs that I wrote? I could produce them for you. What do
you say?" I asked her. Music sure was my passion, it was the only thing that I was still
interested in doing even after my parents' untimely and unfortunate deaths.
"Definitely," she replied, not even hesitating with her answer. "You write songs too?"
she asked, looking quite impressed.
"Yeah," I replied. "I love all aspects of music - not just one part of it. Writing,
recording, producing. Unfortunately, I don't have much of a voice, not like you anyway. So
recording is not an option for me."
"Hey, I'm not that great!" Whitney said modestly.
"Are you kidding, girl?" I asked her. "You're the next Mariah Carey!"
She smiled at my flattering compliment.
"I better go home, it's late," she said, grabbing her jacket and purse. "I'll see you
later," she added, hugging me again. "Will you be at the Book Cafe for the rest of this
week?" she asked me.
"Yes," I replied. "I'll see you there?" I really would have loved to see Whitney again.
"You will, Chad," she responded, giving me a wink.
I grinned at her before she walked out.
She sure was nice and sweet. What a voice. What a beauty she was. And especially,
what a great personality she had.
{A/N: I think Chadney is one of the cutest couples on Passions. What do u think? I just
HAD to write a fic for them! Tell me, how is this fic going? Now that I have more time on my
hands to write, I'm trying to continue all my unresolved stories, this included. I hope ur
enjoying it. please r/r.}
"I totally get where you are coming from," I said, trying to convince her of the fact.
She seemed so nice - like I could tell her anything. I felt like I had known her my whole
life.
"What about you?" she asked turning her attention to me. "Do you have any big
dilemmas that you're stuck in?"
Go ahead and tell her, a voice inside me said. There was just something about her that
told me that I could trust her.
"Well actually," I said matter-of-factly. "I do have one. I never really told anyone
about it before because it's kinda personal but I also know that if I don't tell SOMEBODY it
will be bottled up and I'll go crazy. It's not really a secret, just emotions."
"Uh-huh," she said, giving me her full attention. "You can tell me," she added.
Taking a deep breath, I began: "I lived in Castleton for my whole life until I came here
awhile ago. My parents both died in a awful car accident that still haunts me to this day, and I
had to choose between staying home where that memory would always be alive or moving
somewhere new and starting my life over again."
"Ohhh, I'm so sorry!" Whitney exclaimed, putting her hand on top of mine. She looked
like she really cared.
Even though we barely knew each other, I felt like we were a comfort to one another
already. We had just pretty much told each other our deep secrets that we hadn't told anyone
else.
She gave me a nice hug. I hugged her back.
"So that's why you moved here," she exclaimed knowingly.
I nodded a yes.
"It must have been SO hard for you," she continued. "I can't imagine what I would do
if that happened to me." She looked away and I could tell that she was thinking about how life
would be for her if her parents were gone.
"Umm, do you want to continue singing?" I asked her, trying to change the subject. "I
have a couple of songs you could sing to if you want."
I got up to show her the songs she could sing to. Having been a DJ for a while back at
Castleton, I had quite a nice collection of CDs.
"Yeah, sure," she said quietly. I could tell she respected my decision to change the
topic of our conversation.
"Ok," I said. "Let me just set up the equipment again."
She went back to singing for another hour.
"Do you want to sing some songs that I wrote? I could produce them for you. What do
you say?" I asked her. Music sure was my passion, it was the only thing that I was still
interested in doing even after my parents' untimely and unfortunate deaths.
"Definitely," she replied, not even hesitating with her answer. "You write songs too?"
she asked, looking quite impressed.
"Yeah," I replied. "I love all aspects of music - not just one part of it. Writing,
recording, producing. Unfortunately, I don't have much of a voice, not like you anyway. So
recording is not an option for me."
"Hey, I'm not that great!" Whitney said modestly.
"Are you kidding, girl?" I asked her. "You're the next Mariah Carey!"
She smiled at my flattering compliment.
"I better go home, it's late," she said, grabbing her jacket and purse. "I'll see you
later," she added, hugging me again. "Will you be at the Book Cafe for the rest of this
week?" she asked me.
"Yes," I replied. "I'll see you there?" I really would have loved to see Whitney again.
"You will, Chad," she responded, giving me a wink.
I grinned at her before she walked out.
She sure was nice and sweet. What a voice. What a beauty she was. And especially,
what a great personality she had.
{A/N: I think Chadney is one of the cutest couples on Passions. What do u think? I just
HAD to write a fic for them! Tell me, how is this fic going? Now that I have more time on my
hands to write, I'm trying to continue all my unresolved stories, this included. I hope ur
enjoying it. please r/r.}