Between The Stage Lights.

Lyric is eighteen years old, just having graduated form high school and being accepted into the college of her dreams- life is pretty rockin'. Matthew is twenty one, an uprising singer/songwriter, who just happens to move into a community in Rode Island. One freak occurrence brings them together, but if the paparazzi need a new star crossed lovers story, and fans don't accept what they think is a budding relation ship, will whatever is between the two last?


1. Lyric.

"Lyric, honey, wake up."

My eyes flutter open to the soft voice of my best friend, Summer. She smiles at me through her thick black framed sunglasses. I sit up and stretch, the sun hits my eyes through the windshield and I groan slightly.

"How long was I out?" I ask as Summer continues to drive into the summer home I grew up in.

"Erm, about an hour? I don't remember." She frowns as she tries to think. "I listened to the American Authors album at least twenty times."

"You're exaggerating." I laugh at her.

We pull up into the drive and I smile at my home, the only paradise I've ever come to know. The walls are made out of a gray painted wood, windows sprout out of the walls and white curtains help provide privacy to the rooms. The roof spirals upwards and is plastered in black shingles. The door is a pretty white with a peep hole, my family's last name is painted in a black cursive: Schuller.

I hop out of Summer's lavender convertible Volkswagen Beetle. I dig through my purse for my keys and smile as my hands wrap around the paintbrush keychain.

"Home sweet home." I mutter as the huge door sweeps open. Immediately the smell of lavender and vanilla hits me, I smile.

Summer walks in as I slowly pace around my house, nothing's changed but I still feel foreign in this place I haven't visited in almost a year.

"When do you go to school?" Summer asks me. She checks her flawless model face in the hanging mirror and the butterflies swarm in my stomach.

"When summer's over." I say smiling.

She glances at me and grins. "So, we have this monster to ourselves, about three months until we're sentenced to hell, let's have some fun!"

I roll my eyes at my best friend. Of course she looks at school like it's a cage, she's been offered countless modeling contracts and so she's hanging out with me until I go to school. I'm studying to be an artist, I've always been the best in my class and was offered a full ride scholarship to the number one school I've dreamed of going to since I was a freshman.

"I'm going to unpack, let's go to dinner in a little bit, kay?" Summer called as she walked out the door.

"Yeah, ok." I half heartedly called back. I looked over to the giant bay windows and smiled, I walked over and opened the curtains. The little lake behind the house caught the sun and shined it directly back into my eyes. I blinked a few times and shaded my eyes with my hand.

Breathtaking, as always.

I opened the screen door and walked outside, the cool 95 degree breeze blew in and I wrapped my arms around my waist. The thin sweater I was wearing didn't help much, and my jean shorts left my legs bare and freezing.

I walked down to the little dock, the pontoon boat nestled between walkways happily rocked back and forth in its spot. I have two neighbors, to the right an elderly couple I bake cookies for every now and then. To my left, an empty house that no one's buying.

I walk down to the water and take off my Van's. I slowly walk a little ways into the water and suck in a sharp breath when the freezing waves crash on my ankles.

I hear Rixton's 'Me and My Broken Heart' play and I start to sing along. I sing a lot, but I'm not very good. Art is more of my passion.

I smile up at the sun, squeezing my eyes shut then I look back out to the waves. I hear Summer call my name and sigh, then go back inside.

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