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.


23. Chapter Twenty Two

A week after I’d auditioned; I was doing a shift at the cafe with Dad. We had the usual suspects in drinking their afternoon tea, when my phone started vibrating in my back pocket.

I pulled my phone out and looked at the screen: unknown number.

I hit the answer button and say “Hello.”

A voice I recognise as the director that I auditioned in front of, answered with: “Hello, Elizabeth? It’s Jim Redsheath.”


“I just want to tell you that we’d like to offer you the lead.”

“Really.” I asked. I was wearing a massive smile on my face. “Oh my God. Thank you.”

“We look forward to seeing at the first read through at the end of next month.” Jim told me.

“I’ll see you there then.” I said, before he hung up. I put my phone away and turned around to find dad and our regular customers looking at me. “I got the part.” I told them.

The customers applauded; all four of them, and Dad hugged me. “I told you you'd do just fine.” He said, taking a step back to look me in the eye. “So, will you tell us what it’s about?”

“It’s a modernization of Othello.” I told him. “I will be playing Desdemona.”

“And quite right too.” Mr. Nicholson said. He was a tall, seventy five year old retired English teacher, who liked telling so many stories about growing up during the fifties. “I would have cast you in the role myself, if I’d taught you.”

“Thank you.” I said. “I hope I can do the role justice.” Suddenly I was so nervous. I wanted to run home and out away in my room for the rest of my life, but at the same time, I knew that Dad and everyone that knew me would be behind me no matter what. It was comforting to know that so many people cared about me that much.


I ran round to Emily’s as soon as I’d finished my shift. I knocked on the door repeatedly, until finally, her sister opened it and let me in. We found Emily in her room, sat at her desk, typing something she’d written up. Her headphones were in, so she clearly hadn’t heard me banging on the front door.

I crept up behind her and slowly reached out, to place a hand on her shoulder. She jumped and turned round, ready to lay into Imogen.

“Why did you do that?” she asked. “You know that I don’t like being disturbed when I’m writing.”

“Sorry.” I said. “Where’ve you been recently anyway? I haven't seen you for a week.”

“I knew there was something I needed to tell you.” She said, walking across the room to sit on her bed. “I got a summer Internship at our very own regional newspaper.”

“Congratulations.” I threw my arms around her to give her a hug. “Now, my turn.” I said. Imogen sat down next to Emily, eagerly awaiting my news.

“Oh, come on don’t keep us waiting.” Imogen complained.

“Ok. I got the lead in the movie I auditioned for.” I grinned at them. The two of them pulled me into a bone crushing hug. Imogen and I headed downstairs, and waited for Emily to finish typing up her story.

We decided that as their parents were away for a few days, I would stay at theirs and we’d order pizza and indulge on ice cream and sweets as we watched a movie.

“I can’t wait to tell everyone at school after the holidays.” Imogen said as she dragged her duvet into the living room and placed herself on the floor in front of us. Emily started to braid Imogen’s hair as I put a DVD on.

I’m not entirely sure when I drifted off, but I think that it was somewhere between everything going wrong in the middle of the film and the girl realising that she actually loves the guy.

“I think she’s waking up.” I heard Imogen telling Emily. I opened my eyes a little and found them hovering over me, with suspicious looks on their faces. The curtains were open, and the sun was warming my face. I stood up and turned to look in the mirror on the wall above the sofa.

They’d drawn a comedy moustache and monocle on me.

Instead of taking the pen off Emily and getting revenge right there, I smiled and went upstairs to wash my face.

As I walked out of the bathroom, I noticed that Imogen’s bedroom door was open. Looking to get my own back – because I knew that it was her idea to draw on me, she’s always been into practical jokes – I walked in. Lying on the bed was a photo of her and a boy about the same age as her. I picked it up and headed back downstairs.

“So, who’s the boy that you’re obviously crushing on, Imogen?” I ask as I walk through the living room door.

“What boy?” Emily asked. I handed her the photo. “Oh. He’s cute.”

“Give that back.” Imogen reached up to grab the photo, her cheeks were the brightest shade of red that I have ever seen.

“Ok.” Emily gave in. “So, who is he?”

“He’s just a boy in my class.” Imogen said once she had the picture firmly in her hands. Wanting to know more, I put my hands on her shoulders, and steered her in the direction of the settee.

“My sister has her first crush.” Emily said, sitting down on the other side. “We need to know all about him.”

Imogen, though reluctant, told us everything about her crush; Luke Ryan. He’s good at Maths, Science and PE. She goes to the field at lunchtimes (when it’s not raining) so that her and her friends can watch him and his friends playing football. Emily didn’t really say much, she just sat there, smiling and staring wide eyed at Imogen. 

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