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.


2. Waiting

Leah's Point of View

As soon as Jane left the room from emailing One Direction, I went straight back to my flute and played Moments over and over again until I got it just right. It didn't take that long, but I also enjoyed hearing myself play.

After Moments I went to a book of classical music and started to play Fur Elise.. I loved that song, and it was almost made for flute. I played it until I got it perfect.

It had been one hour since Jane had sent the email. Had they seen it? Had they replied? I went to the computer and pressed the 'refresh' button on her email account, which she had kindly left open. The new page appeared with two new emails: one from her friend, and one from a program she had signed up for. My heart sunk, and I started to get more nervous. Had they not replied because they didn't want to be rude? That could be the explanation... or they could have overlooked this email because they most likely get thousands of others in a day. The last option wich came to mind was that of the time change, which was a real possibility.

I started to pace the room, and then I threw my body down on the spare couch, which narrowly missed my music books. Didn't One Direction know that this was super hard for me? Why couldn't the just reply straight away.

Just wait. Why was I so nervous anyway? The worst they could say is that I did an ok job.... but for some reason I was. Maybe because the five guys which I had been stalking on twitter for the past few months would see my work on the flute.

"They'll see it when they have time," Jane came into the room and sat beside me. "How about some tea? Will that make you feel better about waiting?"

I thought for a moment. She was distracting me... it was a good idea. "How about we go to Starbucks?" I smiled at her.

"Okay," Jane replied. "Just let me find Mom before we leave so she know's whats going on." Jane got off of the couch, and headed towards the door.

I lay on the couch for a few more moments, deciding in my head what I should get. I got up, and pressed 'refresh' on the email page which it was on. Slowly one new email popped up....

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