Page 11 of Broken Harmony
“So you're a part of the competition?”
“We all are.” He nods. “I take it, so are you?”
“Yeah.” I nod.
“Nice.” He smiles. “Well, I guess that's four of us down. Hopefully, the other six are assholes. I’m all for good competition, but I can’t stand backstabbing assholes.”
“Well, guess that makes the two of us.” I laugh.
That was another thing I was worried about. How the other people would act towards one another? I know we’re all fighting for the same thing, but I hate petty people. I hate bullies, and just like Skyler said, I hate backstabbing assholes.
So far, the guys seem pretty chill, so I hope Skyler means what he says. If so, maybe I won’t be alone in this thing.
“Ready to get in there?” he asks, nodding towards the door. “Don’t want to be late on our first day, do we?”
“No.” I smile, feeling a little bit better than before. “We don’t.”
“Then come on, my little Spitfire.” He throws his arm over my shoulders, guiding me towards the door. “Let’s go change our lives forever.”
I had no idea just how true his words would be.
Chapter 3
How is the summer almost over? Better yet, how is it already the end of the competition?
It feels like it was just yesterday that I jumped on a plane and came to LA. Now, I’m standing here, holding hands with three guys who have become some of the best friends I could ever ask for in such a short amount of time, holding my breath as my heart threatens to beat out of my chest while we wait for the results.
Top three. I made it to the top three. So did the guys, along with Tay & Ray, a husband and wife duo. It’s honestly unbelievable. It feels like a dream. One that I’m about to wake up from if Becky, head of A&R, and the person who put this whole competition together, doesn’t say my name.
I’ve tried so hard to make sure that no one knew who my uncle was. I worked hard, played nice when it was needed, and stayed in my own lane.
Not even the guys know about my relationship to the person who owns this whole label. I wanted to prove I could do this all on my own. Me. No connections. Nothing to influence the decision being made today.
Days spent with endless hours of writing and sleepless nights. But one thing I didn’t have to worry about was writer's block.
There’s been nothing short of endless inspiration for the music I’ve been writing for the competition. Even a few more personal songs I’ve needed to get out, but kept to myself for later.
It hasn’t been hard for me, seeing how not once has my mind strayed from her. Lulu. Not once. She’s the muse for all my songs.
Deep, raw emotions poured into every lyric. I have the tear stains on the paper to prove it.
I’ve been hounding my parents to give me any information they could on Lulu. But there’s been no luck. They said they haven't seen her or her parents around town, and with the threat from her mom before I left, they thought it would be best if they didn’t go over to ask. And seeing how Lulu’s parents hate mine, probably more than they hate me, I don’t blame them.
It still hurts like hell not knowing how she is. Is she okay? How much have her parents brainwashed her?
I miss her more than words can express.
When the world gets too quiet, I hear the sounds of her musical laughter.
When I close my eyes, it’s her sweet, heart-stopping smile that I see.
What hurts the most is knowing that she presented, and I’m not even sure as what. Alpha, Beta, Omega? God, I hope for her sake, it was Beta.
Not that I’d care what she was, but I know her parents would. And if she is still under their thumb, being anything but a Beta would mean a world of hell for her. That thought alone makes my stomach churn and my skin crawl.
I never told her this for fear of worrying her, but a part of me always felt like she would be an Omega.
Everything about that girl screams it.
