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.


22. Chapter Twenty One

A night out turned out to be exactly what I needed. Caleb to this new club that had just opened, I actually had fun and enjoyed myself instead of worrying some stupid drama. I stayed at Caleb’s that night; it was safer than waiting for a bus or taxi. His sisters insisted on me sleeping on the inflatable mattress in on their bedroom floor, and Caleb said I would never hear the end of it if I refused.

In the morning, I found myself being pulled from my bed and dragged down to the breakfast table, where I sat between the two girls. Caleb just sat there laughing.

Once I was dressed, I headed down to the living room and sat on the sofa next to Caleb. “It’s nice to see you smile.” He said, and I felt my cheeks turn incredibly warm. I couldn’t remember feeling like this with Robert.

I started to look back on my time with Robert. At first I remembered the good times, but then I started to think about all the times I couldn’t read him. The time that I thought it was all too good to be true. I was right, of course. But I chose not to listen to my gut instinct.

To take my mind off Robert, I suggested that we head into town.

We were sat in a quite cafe up one of the alleyways, when I got a text from Miranda telling me that I had an audition tomorrow, at the Arts Centre.

“You’ll do great.” Caleb told me after I’d said what the text was about. “They’d be stupid not to pick you.”

“Thanks.” I said. We were walking down the High Street, towards the bus stop. “Caleb, if you’re going to your Gran’s, then that’s our bus.” I told him as a number five bus pulled up at the stop.

We sprinted down the steps and across the road – by the way there is definitely no way to look attractive while running to catch the bus – we made just in time, the last person in the queue was an old lady, with a couple of heavy shopping bags, so Caleb offered to take them and give them back to her on the bus.

I had never been more thankful for an all day than I was ticket, than I was then. Caleb and I showed I tickets to the driver who happened to be the crankiest driver in the history of bus drivers, and sat behind the old lady we helped.

Caleb came to mine for a coffee, so he got off the bus a few stops later than he would usually. Dad was out when we arrived, he probably took on an extra shift at the cafe, so Caleb and I headed through to the kitchen to find something to eat.

When we couldn’t find anything that we really wanted to eat, we decided to spend the rest of the afternoon (and most of the evening) baking. Well, I was baking; Caleb was getting us both covered in flour and cake batter when he turned the electric whisk on. In the end, I had to restrict him to sitting at the table until the cakes were in the oven.

We took the egg timer through to the living room; I turned on the TV and started flicking through the channels. First, I stopped on some crime show, and then I hit a news channel. Surprise, Surprise, Robert was on the screen with Isabella. I tried to turn over to another channel, but Caleb took the control off me so I was forced to watch. “You clearly still have feelings for him.” Caleb told me.

“Don’t be daft. I basically said I never wanted to see him again.”

“Yeah, but you were going to change the channel, you wouldn’t have if you were actually over him.”

“I’m over him.” I told him, standing my ground.

“He’s not over you.”

“How do you know that?”

“Because he doesn’t stand too close to Isabella.” He pointed to the screen. “It’s like he’s trying to distance himself from her.”

“Well, that’s because she goes overboard with the perfume.” I argued. “I wouldn’t want to stand too close in case I suffocate.”

“Fine.” Caleb gives in. “Deny it all you want, but he’s still in love with you and you’re still in love with him.” He switched channels, but we didn’t have time to watch anything because the egg timer started ringing, to let us know that the cakes were ready to take out of the oven.

Somewhere between five and half past, Caleb left to go and get the bus down to his Gran’s – why he didn’t just walk down, I don’t know – and I was left in the house on my own until Bobcat came through the kitchen door with a dead mouse. Dad was home at six after locking up at the cafe.


The next day, I was up and dressed by five thirty and freaking out about my audition. “Try not to think about it too much.” Dad told me as he poured his cereal into a bowl. “You’ll be fine.” I looked at my watch and saw that I had twenty minutes to get round to the bus stop to catch the bus, if I wanted to get to my audition on time.

I sucked in the audition. I took about ten minutes to actually speak; I couldn’t remember being that nervous when I auditioned for Hyde Park School of Dramatic Arts. I think that I was reasonably calm. I went into the audition room and breezed through that audition. Mind you, I wasn’t auditioning for the lead in a movie, so that may be why.

“How was it?” Dad asked when I walked through the front door. I shrugged and gave him a generic ‘Ok’ answer that I used to give him whenever he asked how school went, and headed straight for my bedroom. 

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