Life's Melody

Elizabeth Satterfield has lived a life of misery thanks to her ever cruel and scheming step-sisters. But one chance meeting with Lord Robert Winston leaves Elizabeth hopeful of a life away from the shadows. A life filled with magic and love; nothing less than a fairytale.


12. Chapter Eleven

I spent the morning cleaning up after Janice. The woman can only cook beans on toast, but somehow she makes loads of mess in the kitchen. I will never be able to understand how she manages to get beans on the ceiling and walls; though I have a sneaking suspicion that she may throw them just to make more work. I’d contemplated the idea that I should leave it for her clean up, and go to see Evie, but she’s probably sat in her room revising or doing some technological thing that I will never be able to get my head around.

Once the housework was done I flicked through the channels on TV, which wasn’t for long since there was only the usual daytime TV shows on. So I decided to walk around town and browse the few shops that we actually have – it’s basically Charity Shop central.

“Beth!” I heard a voice shout out behind me. I turned and found Katherine Munroe walking towards me pushing a pushchair in front of her. “I thought it was you.” She said stopping next to me.

“Hi, Kitty.” I said.

“Hey. I’m making use of day off. I work at the cafe down the end.” She told me.

Oh God. She’s started conversation. I thought to myself. “Really?”

“Yeah. What about you, what do you do now?”

“I’m still had the Hyde Park School of Performing Arts.”


“So, I take it your whole ‘marry a footballer’ plan didn’t work.” I asked. She’d always made everyone around her very aware of her plan to marry a footballer and be a WAG.

“Not yet. But you’ve done better than that, you bagged a really rich guy.”

“Yeah, I’m not with him for his money Kitty. Besides, I have a meeting next Friday with a music producer.” I know I shouldn’t have said anything; especially since the people I went to school with were always super obsessed with being famous, but I wanted to make a feel bad about picking on me in years eight and nine. Not that it worked though, Kitty started to act like we’d always been friends.

I was beginning to wonder whether I’d ever be able to get away from her until my phone rang. I looked at it and saw that it was Miranda. Thank You. I said internally, as I told Kitty that I had to take the call. “Hello.”

“Elizabeth, it’s Miranda.” She responded. “You have been invited to audition for the lead role in film.”

“Oh.” I’d started to get excited about a potential music career, and now she wants me to get excited about an audition. “The lead? And you’re sure they want me?” I ask, still not quite believing it.

I hadn’t processed it by the time I’d got home. I have an audition for movie. Me. It was like a dream. Everything that had happened to me since I met Robert in the park, felt like I was in a dream that just kept going. I tried pinching myself to see if I’d wake up, but nothing happened. I headed upstairs to try to do some more writing, in the hope that it might take my mind off the thought of the audition for a couple of hours. No luck, I ended up falling asleep and dreaming about the audition.


“You got an audition?!” Emily asked in disbelief when I told her the next day.

“Yep.” I confirmed. “But I don’t know if I want to go.”

“You have to, Beth.” She insisted. “This is what you’ve wanted to do since we were five.”

“I know but last night I dreamt that I got into the audition and froze.”

“So? Loads of people do that. Plus it was just a dream.”

“I also threw up on them.”

“You think that’s the worst dream you’ve told me about?” she asked sitting back in her Grandmothers armchair. “You once told me that you dreamt about the army storming into the school and killing the teachers to make the kids slaves.”

“I can vaguely remember something along those lines.” I told her, though I was thinking; where is she going with this?

“Did that dream come true?” I shook my head. “Right. So you’ll be fine, besides you can always take Robert along to the audition.”

“Why are you pushing this?” I asked, suspicious of my best friends’ motives. “Do you want to write a review of the movie, or is it just so that you can go to a premiere?”

“I can’t believe you would accuse me of such things.” Emily said. I don’t know why she wants me to go to the audition when she could go herself instead. She was always good at drama, even better than me. But her passion is first and foremost to write. I‘d only gone round to her house to get away from my step mother, but somehow it turned into a ‘let’s talk Beth into going to the audition thing’. Before I knew what was happening, Emily’s mum and dad had joined the conversation. Then her younger sister, Imogen, joined in when she got home from school.

“Oh, go on Beth.” Imogen told me as she sat down the rug. “School would be much more bearable if I knew someone famous had been there before me.” Imogen had just moved up to the secondary school and was already complaining about it.

I decided that I was going to go for it. I mean, it wasn’t everyday that an opportunity like this came along. I wanted to grab it and go for it and if I didn’t get the part, I didn’t get the part; at least I would know that I had auditioned for it.


My world came crashing to earth though, when I got home. Dad was reading a gossip mag, which I thought strange in itself because he only ever reads newspapers. He looked up as I walked into the living room. I knew by the look on his face that something was wrong. He closed the magazine and handed to me, I didn’t have to open it to see why my father was looking at me with pity in his eyes.

Robert Winstons secret wife.” I read off the cover. “He’s married?” I didn’t know what to do. I had half expected something to go wrong. If anything good happens, then something bad is bound to follow, and I’d had a lot of good luck.

“In all fairness, love they were eighteen and I don’t think they’ve seen each other since.” Dad told me.

“I don’t care if it was a mistake he made when he was eighteen, or one that he made when he was pissed!” I threw the magazine on the table in front of me. “He’s married. And he didn’t say anything.”

Dad just sat where he was. Silent. He knew that if I was upset, the best thing to do would be to just leave me alone.

And then she walked in from the kitchen.

“Oh, what’s wrong?” she asked, trying to act caring in front of my father.

“Oh shut up!” I shouted. I wasn’t in the mood to speak to anyone after what I’d found out. I stormed out of the living room and up to my bedroom. 

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