Angel Will Fly

Angel has never had any luck or good in her life but her brother Xavier, unfortunately he leaves for war and soonly dies. Angel can't take her crazy, arguing parents anymore, so she flees. She had an amazing voice and needs money really bad. How will she survive the mean streets of Chicago? Can she make friends? Can she find a job? Or will she get more depressed than she already is. This movella is based on the song "A-team" by Ed Sheeran. If you haven't listened to it you must! This book is for the what's going on your street contest, please read. Enjoy :D

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9. I'm Not Torn

I woke up and felt really tired. We had work off today though. I got a piece of paper and a pen from the office and wrote a note to Abby.

Hey Abby-

I'm going on a walk, be back soon!

-Angel

I took a long walk to to clear my head. I thought about the singing competition and Dave. I wondered if I have a chance of winning and I wondered if Dave liked me. Suddenly something hit me across the face.

It was a flyer for the competition! Oh no! As I read the green paper it stated you have to be signed up by today, Jan. 21. And the audition was today. It said the competition was taking place at an old restaurant a couple of blocks away. I started jogging throughout the crowded street. Dodging the crazy crowds of people was challenging, but I finally made it to the street. Suddenly white flakes started falling from the sky just as I got to the door.

I went in and there was a giant stage planted in the center. The rusty colored walls were barely noticeable behind the foldable chairs that filled everyplace of the room except the judging tables. There was no crowd so that was good. Then something knocked me in the shoulder causing me to loose my balance and fall. I looked up and saw it was Dave. I felt so embarrassed.

"Hey Angel are you auditioning?" He asked.

I nervously responded, "Yeah."

"Great! Your amazing at singing. I'm one of the people volunteering to help with the forms of constants so I'll see you on stage. Maybe we can get something to eat after?"

I was speechless for a second but then remembered to answer the question. "Yes, of course."

We planned out where to go then he walked back to the judging table. I got a form and pen and quickly filled it in. I suddenly remembered I didn't know what I'm singing. I ran though all the songs in my head and decided to sing Torn by Natalie Imburglia.

I waited a chair for my number to be called. After about 30 minutes they called me to the stage. I told them my name and number. They told me i could start singing. I took two steps to the microphone. Then I closed my eyes and started to sing.

"I thought I saw a man brought to life.

He was warm, he came around like he was dignified.

He showed me what it was to cry.

Well you couldn't be that man I adore.

You don't seem to know, seem to care what your heart is for.

I don't know him anymore.

He's nothing well, he used to lie.

The conversation has run dry.

That what's going on.

Nothing's fine, I'm torn.

I'm all out of faith, this is how I feel.

I'm cold and i am shamed, lying naked on the floor.

Illusion never changed, into something real.

I'm wide awake and I can see the perfect sky is torn.

Your a little late, I'm already torn.

So I guess the fortune tellers right.

Should of seen just what was there and not some holy light.

You crawl beneath my vanes and now.

I don't care, I have no luck.

I don't miss it all that much.

There's just so many things that I can't touch, I'm torn.

I'm all out of faith, this is how I feel.

I'm cold and i am shamed, lying naked on the floor.

Illusion never changed, into something real.

I'm wide awake and I can see the perfect sky is torn.

Your a little late, I'm already torn.

Tornnn.

There's nothing where he used to lie.

My inspiration has run dry.

That's what's going on, nothing's right I'm torn.

I'm all out of faith, this is how I feel.

I'm cold and i am shamed, lying naked on the floor.

Illusion never changed, into something real.

I'm wide awake and I can see the perfect sky is torn.

I'm all out of faith, this is how I feel.

I'm cold and i am shamed, bound and broken on the floor.

Your a little late, I'm already torn.

Tornnnn."

After that I nervously looked up at the judging table, surprised to see the judges' faces looked like they had lit up from before I started singing.

"That was amazing. Thank you," a tall woman in the center of the table told me.

They took a second to talk it over.

"We have decided that you have made the first round. Thank you. Please show up here in one week with a new song. If you make that round then there are 3 more rounds to go. Who ever wins gets $2000 and gets advertised around town as an amazing singer and record deals come around the corner," the man right to the tall woman explained. I couldn't help grinning. We exchanged a thank you then I ran over to Dave. I hugged him closly.

"Congrats on your big achievement!" he told me.

Then he grabbed my hand and led me out of the building. I buttoned my coat up as we started walking out into the street.

I quietly whispered in the blazing wind so he wouldn't hear me sing the next lines of the song. "Her faces seems, slowly sinking wasting. Crumbling like pastries. And they scream, the worst things in life come free to us." I smirked at the thought of the lyrics. They weren't true anymore.

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