Rewrite the Stars

Sophia comes from a rich, high class family. Her father is a world renowned brain surgeon, and expects his daughter to follow in his footsteps. However, Sophia's true passion is to sing.
Jake, on the other hand, does not have money and lives in a very small, bare apartment. His mother is sick and isn't able to work, so the only way they are able to get by is through Jake's music. He busks in the street for money, and occasionally plays small gigs in bars.
This is a story of what happens when two completely different worlds collide.


Author's note

~copyright note~
Since a lot of this story revolves around music and songwriting, I will be mentioning some song titles throughout the story. I'll use songs that exist in real life in various points in this story if they fit into the scene. Obviously this is fiction, I'm not trying to claim that these songs are actually my own.
Example - 'Fix You' by Coldplay was mentioned as one of Jake's original songs. In this story, the lyrics were written for his mother.

3. Caught My Eye

Sophia's POV

My mother and I sit in the car, on our way to the high street. She's taking me shopping for new outfits, so that I'll look nice at my college interviews. She knows that I love to sing, and has tried to tell this to my father but he won't listen to her either. She can tell that I'm unhappy, but doesn't know how to help me.

"I know you're feeling down, honey. Your father is too hard on you. I will talk to him about that. But like he said, he only does it because he loves you and wants to see you succeed." She says while driving.

"I know, mum. It's not that..." I reply. "I don't want to be a doctor, I want to be a musician." 

"I've tried to tell him that, but he won't listen. I'm sorry. You know I want you to be happy."

"Mum...can I tell you something?" I mutter.

"Anything." She replies, cautiously.

"I wrote applications for music schools as well as medical schools. I haven't sent them though, obviously." I confess.

There's a silence in the car for a while as she processes the information. Then she finally replies, just saying

"Send them."

My heart skips a beat.

"Really? What about my other applications? What about dad?"

"A parent should never force their child into anything. You have one life and you will not waste it doing something that makes you miserable. I'll speak to your father again, and then I want you to speak to him too. Tell him the truth. And in regards to your other applications, they don't matter. You don't have to go anywhere until you accept an offer anyway."

We get to the parking lot near the shops on the high street. She parks the car and looks at me. My eyes fill with tears and we smile at each other. 

"Thank you." I finally manage to say, trying not to cry.

"Don't thank me. I should've been more supportive of your dreams a long time ago. I should never have allowed your father to force you into anything. I'm so sorry." She says, starting to cry.

"Does this mean I don't have to find new clothes for interviews now?" I ask

"No, silly, We're just going shopping for fun now. We deserve it." She smiles.


We get out of the car and begin walking down the street, towards the nicest stores. When all of a sudden I hear the most beautiful music. A boy, playing the most beautiful song with an incredible voice. His words spoke to my soul so much, I felt myself starting to walk towards him without even realising it. My mother saw that I was entranced in this music, so she just told me she would be inside the shopping centre when I was ready to meet her.

I was left staring at this boy. This magic. I walked over and dropped £100 into his guitar case, although I truly felt like it was worth so much more. 

Shocked, he stopped playing, grabbed the wad of money, and looked up at me. His mouth ajar and eyes wide.

Our eyes met, and suddenly it was like we were alone in this crowd of people. Suddenly, nothing mattered in this world more than the person standing in front of me. 

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