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.

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47. AUTHORS NOTE

Hope you all enjoyed the story! WHat did you think about the ending?

Well... I was thinking, if people comment and say this is a good idea, then I will make a second book. The next one would be about how Harry deals with the grief and stuff... What do you think? COmment if you think it's a good idea!

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