The Flute Player (1)

"Your test results have come back," the doctor said as soon as the door closed. I nervously looked at him, fidgiting.
"And?" My voice was barely audible. I watched him closely as he went behind his desk and to his files. I couldn't see anything in his eyes, his body language didn't suggest anything. I wanted him to hurry. I had a concert to perform in tonight, and I couldn't be late. One Direction was counting on me to play my flute with them.
"I'm sorry, Leah, but the results aren't good." The doctors eyes were sympathetic, and went on to explain the details. I didn't listen. From that moment on, I knew that the dream I was living would come to an end.


1. 'Send'

Leah's Point of View

I closed my eyes for a moment, while listening to the introduction to the music of Moments, and then I picked up my flute and started playing. I had gotten the music off of a website, but then altered it to make it original. The music sounded perfect as it filled up the empty room, and the music echoed as perfect note after perfect note was easily blown out.

The song ended, and I heard clapping from the door. It was my sister, Jane.

“Perfect, Leah!” She encouraged. “You are so talented!”

“Thanks.” I blushed and put my flute down on the stand, and paused the music as it started to play over again. “But it still needs work.”

“Not to me… it’s perfect.” Jane came up and gave me a hug and presented me with a video camera which was behind her back.

“Did you tape me?!” I asked in horror. I most likely looked like a mess, and my flute might have been out of tune. How dare she tape me without saying a word…?

“Yes… and I’m sending it in to One Direction today, because they deserve to know how good you can play.”

I furiously blushed. “You would never do that to me! That’s sooo embarrassing!” I tried to reach for the video camera, but since my sister was taller than I, I couldn’t reach.

“No… they’ll love it, trust me,” Jane said as she headed over to the computer in the same room, and downloaded the video to the computer. I nervously watched. Did I really want One Direction to watch MY flute playing? It would be embarrassing… but I could potentially become famous… No. Never. I wasn’t that good. 

I wrung my hands as Jane typed in the email address, and then downloaded the video to the computer. Jane wrote a short caption, introducing me, and then pressed ‘send’. Why didn’t I resist her? Why??

“Now the waiting begins,” Jane told me, turning around. “They’ll love it, trust me.”

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