Aleigha's dad is in the military and her mom dies when she was 7. she lives with her grandparents but her grandpa doesn't like her and hurts her. Aleigha and her best friend Skyla love playing music. When one direction hear them on youtube her life may change.
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6. Explanation

Aleigha’s POV

I turned over and opened my eyes. I felt the familiar bed sheets under me. I sat up, and felt the pain shoot inside my head. I heard the door open and my grandma walked in carrying a tray with a bowl of soup. She saw me awake and smiled sadly. “Hi, Aleigha.”

I smiled back and sat up. She handed me the tray and sat on the edge of the bed.

“How are you feeling?”

I shrugged. “I’m fine, I guess.”

“I’m sorry. Your grandpa, he’s, he’s not doing well. Ever since Bethan-,” she paused. “Ever since your mom died, he changed. You know that. He started drinking. You know he wasn’t like this all the time. That affected everyone, but him the most. He loves you, Aleigha. He still loves you. He still hasn’t gotten the fact that she’s dead.”

I nodded and stared at the soup on my lap. It was my favorite soup, chicken noodle soup. I started eating, and I looked up. “Why don’t you let me sing?”

She looked down at her hands, straightening her apron. She sighed and looked back up. I could see tears on the edge of her eyes. I shifted on my bed and listened to her answer.

“Your mother,” she began, “she loved singing. She sang and sang every second she could. She had a beautiful voice, too.” She smiled and paused, wiping a tear from her eye. “She wanted to become a singer.” She looked up at me. She sighed before continuing. “Then she met your dad, and had you. But that didn’t stop her.”

“She sang me to sleep every night.” I whisper, half-smiling.

“I know, baby, I know.”

“Is Grandpa okay?”

She nodded. “He’s recovering. I’m sorry how we both acted earlier.”

I shrugged. “It’s okay.”

I continued to eat my soup. “But why can’t I sing? I don’t get it.”

“You know I love you, right?”

I nodded.

“As much as I do, it hurts to see you every day. Everything you do reminds me of your mother. You look like her, you act like her. It’s like raising her all over again. And I don’t want you to become like her. I..”

I sighed angrily. “So? I want this Grandma. I can go big. I want to go big. And now is the chance. I want this. I’ll do it for Mom.”

She shook her head. “Aleigha. Your father told me to care for you when he’s gone. And I’m going to keep my promise. You’re not going. You know how crazy this is? You’ll have no privacy whatsoever.”

“You know how proud my parents will be? Before Daddy left, he told me to make him proud. In his letter he told me to make him proud. When he comes back, he’ll be proud of me. And Mom will be proud of me from heaven. Please Grandma, please.” I pleaded her.

She didn’t answer.

I set the soup on the nightstand and crossed my legs. I leaned against the bed and opened my mouth before she could speak. “I don’t need your permission anyways. I’m going to get that record whether you like it or not.”

I didn’t care what she thought. I wanted this record deal badly, and no one was stopping me. 

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