Just The Baker Boy

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  • Published: 15 Aug 2012
  • Updated: 19 Jul 2013
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Camille Amaya has always loved the baker boy that worked with her. She worked at Holmes Chapel Bakery side by side every Saturday, until he decided to furfill his dream on becoming the next big singer. A couple years later she has seen the baker boy she'd loved, turn into the hearthrob in a boy band called One Direction. When he comes back home from his world tour and calls her to hang out like they used to would he be the same boy she fell in love with years before?

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23. Independence Day

Today, is an ironic day for us from England since we are in America. It's the United Stated independence day. The day lies on July the 4th and ironically the boys are doing a concert celebrating their country's defeat three centuries (I still can't believe the irony of all of this!) They will be performing tonight at Mandalay Bay Hotel infront of 1,200 people which isn't much compared to other concerts.

It's a week since Harry and I made up back on the bus and it's bean going great! We promised eachother full honesty and I've leanred strange things about Harry since. Sometimes he just randomly comes up to me and says the most random things about himself. When I came out of the loo on the bus the other day he come out of no where and said "Sometimes I think to myself if one day I'll become a women and have a bunch of cats" I just look at him strange since he still my weirdo famous boyfriend. Another time I was just sitting down watching TV with Zayn until Harry comes in and says "I wash my hair because my curls makes me sexy." Zayn and I just look to eachother and laugh.

Currently, I stand on the Mandalay stage looking out to the unfilled audience. The seats were a burgundy red and they seemed alot more luxurious than the ones in Los Angeles since these were cushioned . The boys are behind me doing vocal warm-ups for rehearsals that are beggining. My dark hair is in a top-knot since I always seem to get lazy with my hair. I'm in a flowy grey long sleeve which hugs my body in warmth. I have my left armresting on top of my stomach while the elbow of my right arm rest on my left hand as my right feels my semi-oily cheek.

I look up to the see the lights that are held above me that shine in different colours. I hear the light director cueing different to see if any need to be changed. I turn behind me as I see the boys singing lightly 'Mi mi mi mi mi' in the scale of F, which in my opinion is very high for the boys (except for Zayn and Louis who have higher singing voices).

I turn around back to the seats when I hear the director yell "Camille! Can you check to see if the keyboard behing speaker 7 is on? You just need to press one key!".  I turn my head back to the left of my body to see a full 8 octave keyboard sitting there. I turn back and nod at the director. I make my way over as the boys seem like they're yawning (weird ass vocal excersise!).

I make my way and see that the little red light next to the 'Power' button is on. I slowly place my both hands on the cool keys and I play a chord. From the corner of my eye I see the boys slowly turn to me as I begin to play the beggining notes of a classic Nocturne in the scale of B, Op. 9, No. 3 by Chopin. I slowly close my eyes as I get the feel of the song. I knew that my talent woudn't be much of a secret anymore, but I had to share it.

I feel the boys coming towards me, but I don't care, I feel my fingers lightly jumping from key to key as the piece is being read in my head and played down on the instrument. This felt different, since I heard the sounds coming from every side of the large room since the sound was sorround. My left keeps a steady pace while my right goes a bit faster because of trillss and scales in the music. My eyes are still clossed as I feel the noted in my fingertips. I loved playing the piano, and playing on a stage and with sounds like this made it even better.

I finally get to the dark part of the piece. When my right hand descends rapidly lower in the keys pressing harder as my left follows my right's 'Agitato' motions. My left hand takes the toruble of being rapid as my right hand plays a light mooded sound. Once I finish playing I see the five boys infront of me with faces of awe (Liam isn't as suprised as the others). The director yelled from the audience "Thank you Camille!" I laugh as I step away from the keyboard. Harry;s eyes are quite open and his face looks suprised. "Camille, since when could you play like that?" Harry asked taking both of my hands.

I giggle and blush "A pretty long time, Liam knows." I say turning to Liam. He nods and smiles.  

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I sit in the couch in the boy's dressing room as Liam, and Louis come in from rehearsing for the show tonight. Goosebumps still are rising from the chills I got from playing the piano only two hours ago. Harry, Niall, and Zayn wanted to go around Las Vegas and Louis is just around leaving to do so aswell. I guess I'll have an afternoon with Liam. Harry gives me a quick kiss before he leaves with the other boys and when they do Liam takes a seat next to me on the couch.

"I'm happy that you played infront of the lads today" Liam begins. I smile and nod while braiding my own hair "Yeah, it was killing me for not telling them about it" Liam smiles and says back "It's a beautiful talent. Not everyone can play like you can. It's admiring." I shrug my shoulders feeling happy that Liam was supporting me.

"Thank you, Liam. It's great to know that you appreciate what I can do." I say while continuing my braid down my side. "Your talent is beautiful. It's an honour that I was the first to hear it" Liam says softly as he leans back on the couch strechting his back. I giggle while saying "You walked in. It's your fault that you were first to hear it."

Liam shrugs his shoulders and continues "I'm glad that I walked in. Then I would've seen this part of you." Okay. Liam sounded kind, but could it be too kind. I turn to him and say "What do you mean 'this part of me'?". He smiles and looks in my eyes "The part that you were scared to show everyone else. That part that made me see how easily it could be to fall in love with someone."

Oh crap.

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