Chapter 9
TRENT'S POV
The months passed.
And it was December.
Toronto was covered by white snow.
That day,Darkwood tell us that we would had to do an exibition.
The exibition would had been made on the 20th of December.
Apparently,there was no problem with that.
At least,untill i heard that we would had to go to Ottawa.
A pretty distant city.
This news meant two things.
Reahrsal(a lot of reharsal)and woking up early.
4am.
Still tired,i get out from my home.
The cold air of Toronto woe me up from my coma.
Slowly,i get to the recording studio.
Darkwood and Jerome were waiting.
We would had go to Ottawa with a bus.
The warm air of the bus was pleasrufull to feel.
Slowly,i started to close my eyes.
The light was starting to diminishing.
The last thing that i heard was Jerome,who was turning on the bus.
My eyes opened.
I got up and i stretched.
We would had arrived in Ottawa in one hours.
My stomach started to ache.
I hope that we would had have breakfast.
Doris's cafe was a small local in the middle of Ottawa.
Darkwood,Jerome and Doris knew each other for a long time.
I was enjoying my breakfast when a flash dazed my eyes.
"Im sorry"a familiar voice said.
"It's nothing"i said.
Sierra was watching me with a concerned look.
"Next time,don't use the flash"i said.
When Sierra left,Cody stared to speak.
"That girl give me the creep."
"I can relate to that"Justin said.
"Yeah,she drool too much"Harold said.
We were returning home.
The exibition was a success.
Suddenly,Darkwood got up and started to speak.
"In few months you will reach the first year of activity,so i thinked about something;a concert for celebrating this event."
"That's a great idea"Harold said.
"Let me guess,you already planned this for a long time,right?"Justin said.
"Exactly."
"Something tell me that this will be very good for our popularity"Justin said.
"I see that you don't have a problem with that"Darkwood said.
A lot of people asked me how hard it is to be prepared for a concert.
Well,it's very very stressfull.
You work for a lot of time,triyng to be prepared,triyng to have you're pea performance.
In some case,you want to quit.
You want to say screw this.
But,at the end of thee day,you keept practising.
Untill the momet came.
It was march.
The time seemed to flied that day.
The lights were making my eyes burn.
The croud was shouting.
It was time.
Chapter 9 end
