It's the day of the reunion. I can't help but feel butterflies in my stomach. The girls had all come early, all apart from the most important one. I couldn't wait to see her again, to see her eyes light up and sparkle when she laughs, the way her eyes soften when she's listening to someone. I was anxious about what song she would sing- would it be about me? Would that be good or bad? What if she sings about never wanting to see me again? I had so many questions running through my mind I could hardly focus on the paperwork in front of me.
Kriss was spending the day with the rest of the girls, I knew I should join them at some point and get reacquainted with them, but I just couldn't seem to bring myself to. Of course I would see them all at meals, as I already had at breakfast this morning and dinner the night before. But what if they brought up America? What was I meant to say to them? It was probably so obvious to them throughout the selection that I was going to choose her, they must have questions about her that they want answered. I probably would too if I were them, but I can't bring myself to talk about her to them.
So, I'm hiding away in my office, supposedly working but really just thinking about how I will see America for the first time in two years. I wonder if she'll look any different, or will she look the same as when she left the selection? If she's not staying at the palace will she be staying at the house I bought for her and her family? I told her it was hers, albeit I know I told her in a bad way, but I do hope she uses it. I could picture her and her family living there, it brought a smile to my face thinking about it. My spine tingled thinking that she could be so close to me, and that she could've been at any point during the two years that I hadn't seen her.
Time ticked by as I sat thinking about my dear America. Before I knew it, it was time to get ready for the reunion. I put on my best suit and my best smile and went down stairs to greet everyone. Kriss was taking pictures with the rest of the girls, but there was still no sign of America.
After a while of mingling with the guests, I had almost lost hope that America was going to come. As I scanned the room one last time hoping to see her face, a flash of red caught my eye. America was finally here. My dear America. I watched her as she approached the stage. She looked incredible, like nothing I'd ever seen before. She was wearing a dark blue dress, her favourite colour, that looked to be satin with intricate detailing. It flared down from the waist and had a slightly daring neckline that still remained classy. She looked like the queen she should have been, but I took that opportunity away from her. She looked fierce and determined as she raised her hand to the microphone and opened her mouth to start singing. Her eyes scanned the room, as mine had just moments before, and she started singing. Her gaze faltered as it reached mine, and I felt my stomach clench when our eyes connected. She quickly looked away, but I held on to the feeling as I listened to her song.
Kriss quickly grabbed me and we started swaying along to America's beautiful voice. I couldn't help but look at her as she sang.
You're broken down and tired
Of living life on a merry go round
And you can't find the fighter
But I see it in you so we gonna walk it out
And move mountains
We gonna walk it out
And move mountains
And I'll rise up
I'll rise like the day
I'll rise up
I'll rise unafraid
I'll rise up
And I'll do it a thousand times again
And I'll rise up
High like the waves
I'll rise up
In spite of the ache
I'll rise up
And I'll do it a thousands times again
For you
For you
For you
For you
When the silence isn't quiet
And it feels like it's getting hard to breathe
And I know you feel like dying
But I promise we'll take the world to its feet
And move mountains
We'll take it to its feet
And move mountains
And I'll rise up
I'll rise like the day
I'll rise up
I'll rise unafraid
I'll rise up
And I'll do it a thousand times again
For you
For you
For you
For you
All we need, all we need is hope
And for that we have each other
And for that we have each other
We will rise
We will rise
We'll rise, oh oh
We'll rise
I'll rise up
Rise like the day
I'll rise up
In spite of the ache
I will rise a thousands times again
And we'll rise up
Rise like the waves
We'll rise up
In spite of the ache
We'll rise up
And we'll do it a thousands times again
For you oh oh oh oh oh
For you oh oh oh oh oh
For you oh oh oh oh oh
For you
She looked strong and determined as she sang, like the words she was singing were meant for the people in this room. As she always did, she was going to move on with her life and make the most of the situations she found herself in- or was she saying the situation I put her in? I couldn't think too much into the lyrics she was singing because I was too mesmerised by her beauty and the fact that she was actually standing just a few feet away from me.
She smiled as she finished the song and gracefully walked off the stage. I thought I saw May standing by the edge of the stage but I couldn't tell because of all the people in the way. I hoped I would get a minute to say hello to her.
As the night went on America never quite seemed to make it over to me to say hello. She was always surrounded by other people, engaged in lively conversation. She laughed often and although I couldn't quite hear it, the mere sight of her laughter gave me butterflies. Towards the end of the night I noticed America slip away from the crowd and walk in the direction of her old room. Before I knew what was happening I mumbled an excuse to Kriss, or whoever it was that I was talking to, and found myself eagerly following America out of the ballroom hoping for a chance to talk to her.
Cliffhanger!
I've spent so long thinking about which song to use in this episode, so I hope you all liked it! I'm already working on the next episode as I've chosen the song and couldn't wait to write it.
I hope you all enjoyed this episode!
Love,
girlinabar xxx
America's dress: dresses/designer/mori-lee/43089
