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.


27. Goodmorning!

Leah's Point of View

That's what makes you beautiful, baby you light up my world like nobody else... I slapped my hand around on the nightstand to find my phone and see who was calling. I found it, and brought it to my ear without looking at the caller ID.

"Hello?" I closed my eyes as I waited for a response.

"Leah! That you?" The voice of Harry trailed through the phone and into my ear.

"Yeah... what? It's early!" I moaned as I turned over.

"Not really... it's noon... and the boys and I were wondering if you wanted to have lunch with us?" Harry suggested. I leaned over to see the clock. Wow! Harry was right! It was 11:52 AM.

"Umm..." I thought about last night and my plans to go home. It was a really good idea last night... but I was living the dream... I thought about what life would be like back at home. I might have to wear a bag over my head to hide from embarrasment at school... maybe going on this tour was a good idea...

"What do you think, Leah?" Harry asked again.

"Sure... can you pick me up?"

"Yes. I'll pick you up at 12:30, does that sound good?"

I calculated the amounte of time I would need to shower and choose an outfit. Forty minutes was cutting it... but I thought I could do it. "Yes, that sounds great!"

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