Listening To The Silent Lyrics

What happens when your ordinary life turns into a drama? What happens when your dreams become true and you meet the love of your life? Well this is it for 16 year-old Lucy Mai. But this is no fairy tale. This is real life.


5. Texting Ed


"AH!" I screamed out to nothing. I felt tears climb their way down my face. I couldn't stop shivering. My lip quivered with fright of only part of the memory. I got up and walked to the small bathroom in the dark. When I got there I had a long hard look in the mirror. My reflection was forced to stare back at me. 


Stupid girl. You killed your family with your big mouth. 


Should've kept quiet. It would've saved many lives. 


Maybe you should have died instead


The thoughts kept running through my head. I can't listen to them. You may be thinking that how can I hear my own thoughts if I'm deaf? Well it's already processed in my body, the sound I mean. I don't need ears for that because my brain knows where it is. If you know what I mean. You might not but that doesn’t matter.


Shaking my head, I wash my face with cold water. So much for going back to bed, I’m wide awake now. I sighed and went into the living room, turning on the little lamp next to the télé. The clock on the magnolia wall said it was 4:34am. Damn. I’m going to be so tired at work today.


I grab some food from in the fridge, just some yoghurt, and a spoon before finding my pone and sitting down on the sofa with my book. As I unlock my phone, I see I have a new message…from Ed…. Must resist fangirling….


Hey there Lucy, do u no where Syco studios is? Come there @ 12am? I want to show u something. ~Ed, PS, sorry it’s early xxx


Holy waffles he put kisses at the end of the text! Surely this can’t mean anything…I hope not because I don’t like him in that way. Poor boy.


I text Craig (he probably would be awake now anyway) telling him I’m not going to work today because of Ed. Craig texts back almost instantly at the mention of Ed’s name. He says it’s all OK and he is happy for me. If I ever get famous I’ve got to give Craig a shout out and some credit for all of this.


At around 10:15am, Mya gets up. She honestly looks like a zombie. Her normal long blond hair is up in a messy bun and her usual bright happy eyes are dull and lifeless. “What happened to you?” I ask. She seems to jump at the sound of my voice. I raise an eyebrow in curiosity. 


‘Working late again.’ Mya signs with not much bother. 


“Go back to bed. I’m going to be here until 11:30 anyway. Ed wants to meet up.” I discuss. 


Thank you.’ She mimes then trudges back to bed. Talking about Ed, I should reply to his message.


Isn’t the studio in Piccadilly on Regent st? Watcha want to show me? ~Lucy 


 A few minutes later I got a reply. Yea it is. And it’s a secret shh! See ya there ~Ed


Damn him! Now I’m going to get all antsy over this. I decide to have a quick shower, saving the rest of the water for Mya. If we use it all up now, we won’t have any more for the next few days. 


I get changed into something I hope Ed would find normal and nice. I’m not trying to impress him or anything. I just don’t want him to think that we are poor. In the end, I put on some denim skinny jeans with a top saying Minnie Mouse. I throw on my usual trainers that I go running ever now and them in. 


By the time I’m ready it’s already 11am. I get some more food to eat on the way there before grabbing my coat and phone and leaving. I lock the door behind me and start another cold walk in the icy London fog. 


I round the corner of Regent St about half an hour later after eating all my snacks. In front of me stood a huge swanky building that must be 27 floors high. It’s more of a skyscraper than a building. Many people were walking in and out of the building. They were all dressed in posh suits, now I feel so out of place. I walk through the automatic glass doors into a massive lobby.

There were a few seats scattered around, a random TV stood in the corner. It was thankfully turned off. A lady was sat at a posh wooden reception desk. Her mouth was moving so I assume she is talking. As the awkward potato I am, I hobble nervously over to her and wait for her mouth to stop talking. After what felt like hours of being ignored, she hung up the phone and turned to look at me. Her dark brown eyes scanned my body and she gave me a bored look. 

“Erm…hi. My names Lucy Mai. I’ve got told to meet my friend here at 12 o’clock. His name’s Ed, Ed Sheeran.” I say, looking down and twiddling with my thumbs. She didn’t say anything; I don’t think so any way. The lady typed away on her computer. After what seemed forever, she looked back over at me. I think she said something. See this is the problem with being deaf. 

“Err...Could you write that down. For me? I forget easily.” Hopefully she wouldn’t think I’m some sort of idiot, and write it down for me. Thankfully, she did. I let out a mental sigh and took the paper from the lady’s hand. Walking away, I looked down at what she wrote. ‘Room 57, floor 19, it’s on the left with a big sign on it. Knock before entering, good luck’. Awe well that was nice. She may have seemed like a cow at the start but I thought wrong. Shows me I shouldn’t judge.

By the time I found the room where I was meant to be in, it was 12:07. Damn it! I’m late! What’s Ed going to think of me now? 

I knocked three times on the door and patiently waited for someone to answer it. Moments later, Ed opened it up. He guided me into the room and I saw something I totally did not expect. It was a recording studio.

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