-Halle's Point Of View-
What. The. Heck. Adam Levine, wanted to teach me guitar. I wasn't even on his team! This was all sinking in as I walked back to my hotel room. Something definitely wasn't right here… I tossed my sweater off onto the bed as my door closed. Wait a second… DAMN IT. He said he found me crying hysterically. Oh my gosh, how could I be so stupid! I left myself vulnerable! I've been keeping my reputation of being so "strong," for years. I cursed myself under my breath as I walked into the bathroom. I looked at my reflection in the mirror. Mascara marks fading into my cheeks, the beautiful high-low dress I had worn for the battles was now streaked with make up as well. I looked like an absolute mess.
As I tossed the dress to the floor, I sighed. I couldn't believe this was all really happening. I looked at myself in the mirror. I sighed again and shook my head. I turned on some music and got in the shower. As the hot water hit my back I hummed along to the song.
"Today, I'm gonna keep on walking,
I'm gonna hold my head up high,
Got no more tears to cry.
Today, I'm gonna stand out in the rain
Let it wash it all away,
Wash it all away."
I smiled, remembering how John and I used to sing this together at the local dinner on Friday nights. John never really got into singing as much as I did. He loved playing the drums though. He formed his own band but they broke up when Mom died. My mother was a beautiful woman, with long blonde, pin straight hair. Unlike my curly frizzed up brown mess. She was about 5 foot 3, and thin. She used to try so hard to keep John and I happy that she often forgot about herself. She was like a saint. I'm not sure how she ended up with such a bad man. I'm sure Dad was a good guy at one point. But that ended seemed to end pretty quickly, from my memories.
I turned off the water and wrapped myself in a towel. I threw on some sweat pants and a T-Shirt. I debated putting on make-up but it seemed like a waste of time. I threw my soon-to-be frizzy hair in a bun and layed down on the bed. I looked at the clock, 20 minutes till I had to meet Adam. Seemed like a pretty good amount of time to take a nap. I set an alarm and let myself dose off.