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                                                                               @2014 A.L. Wood (Andrea Wood)

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First Chance: Rock Romance #1

Written by A.L. Wood

Dedication

This book is for all of the loves in my life. Yes,
I’ve many.

Chad, my soul mate. You truly complete me. Thank you for keeping Boog busy so I
could write. Your playlist inspired me, so stop with the “I told you so.” Also, your headphones are way better. Forever and Evers.

Payton, the little one
who inherited the all of my best qualities. I do this for you. I love you.

Tina, My Bina, My Wifey. The one who gave me that first push, more like a shove into doing this. You’ve been reading along as I wrote, even when I made massive errors, and you still fell in love with it.
Here’s to deciding what to be.

Amber, My sister. I think you’ve gotten pissed at me more than once through
out this story. I’m sorry. You’ll forgive me soon, you have to. To him.

Mary, we talked about this for years and you have always been a supporting friend and reader. I did
it!!!

Kirstie and Maeghan, even though
you’re not fans of the reading world, and more than once threatened to delete me off of Facebook because of my constant posts. You’ve still supported me. Also, I want to kiss those lips.

Carl, with that one text you made me cry,
here’s to hoping it happens.

My parents, if it wasn’t for you both forcing me to read every single night, I don’t think I would have ever fallen in love with books.
Thank you.

To Music, I would be insane without you, you inspire me every day to write another word. You break my soul open and free it. I will forever love you.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter 1

 

“It’s the heart afraid of breaking that never learns to dance. It is the dream afraid of waking that never takes the chance. It is the one who won’t be taken who cannot seem to give. And the soul afraid of dying that never learns to live.”

-
Bette Midler

 

Natalie


I think I just fell head over heels in love.”

That's wha
t my best friend Layla just squealed aloud to me.

She’s staring at an album cover, drooling over the lead singer of a rock band I have never heard of. Don’t get me wrong I love music, I breathe music. It’s a part of my soul. I just have no interest in a mainstream rock band- sell outs really. Layla tells me the band’s name is Steele's Army, their lead singer Steele is her dream man. The man she would give everything up for. A man she would follow anywhere.

She
mentions that they are coming to our college in Boston. Our college, the Berklee School of Music, entered some radio contest and we won. I do not want to go but am preparing myself to. I know Layla is going to use the friend card to get me to agree to attend this sorry excuse of a concert. What’s one night of putting up with shitty soulless music for my best friend?

I've known Layla my entire life. Our parents were best friends, until tragedy struck.

I hate remembering those
days. It always hurts. We celebrated every birthday and holiday together as a family. Living across the street from each other our entire lives, our parents being so close to one another, we would have dinner together every night. As a family. Rotating who would host.

Until five years ago, Layla and I were staying at my house having a movie night while our parents went to a sit down fundraiser dinner raising money for abused children. Our parents were always supporting charities. They were fortunate to have money beyond their wildest dreams. I also donate quarterly, mainly to charities for children or music programs, in memoriam of them.

I still
don’t know all the details, nor do I want to. I think it would fuck me up even more if I did.

Recalling
that night. It was late, way past our supposed bedtime, when we heard a knock at the door. I paused the movie we were watching and answered the door. It was a police officer. He introduced himself as Officer Petty's. He asked if I was Natalie Wright. That being me of course I said yes. He then asked if Layla was there and if we would come with him.

I should have known something was wrong
when he wouldn’t tell us why we were on our way to the hospital. In fact, he wouldn’t tell us anything at all. When you tell someone that their parents are deceased and that her best friend’s parents are in surgery, you don’t want them to be alone.

When we entered the ER he asked me if I wanted to see my
parents’ bodies, that's how we broke the crushing news. There was no way that I could handle something like that, and I really didn't wish to remember my parents that way, so I hastily declined.

Firstly, I was angered at the officer then at the doctors for not being able to save them. Then anger toward the cruelty of it all.
What kind of person informs a fifteen year old, that she is now alone in the world like that?

Later, I had found out that the officer did try finding out if I had any next of kin, preferring that they broke the news. I remember him asking if we would like to wait in the waiting room while Layla’s parents were in surgery.

Where else would we have gone?

 

While we sat in that waiting room nervously awaiting news from the doctors on Layla’s’ parents condition, what was happening slowly sunk in. I became numb just feeling a wave of emptiness wash over me, my heart detaching itself from my emotions, no longer there. I was alone. They were my only blood family. My parents were both products of a one child family and my grandparents on both sides had passed way before I had made my way into this world.

Apparently our parents had a few drinks and
thinking Layla's father was the least drunk, he drove them home. Speeding down the road he lost control of the car causing the vehicle to crash into a guard rail, and my parents were then thrown from the car. EMTs found my parents bodies about fifty feet away from the car. They were pronounced dead on the scene. Layla's father, Brian, was going at least seventy miles an hour and not one of them were wearing seatbelts.

Layla's father and mother
recovered. They had scars from the injuries, easily hidden underneath clothing, but there was more scarring. Less visible to people, that I could see in their eyes every time they looked at me for the past five years.

I think that's why they took over gu
ardianship of me, out of obligation to my parents. I could have gone to a foster home. The money would have been put away in a trust and when I turned eighteen I would have been discharged from the state and handed a loaded bank account.

I kno
w they love me in their own way but I also think the guilt ate at them so much that they did things out of both guilt and love. My parents were rich. Layla's were as well, and because of that my life was set. I never had to worry about anything. I could do whatever I wanted with my life. I chose to go to college many miles away from home. Away from the pity stares of everyone in my home town. With Layla.

We rented an apartment instead of residing in a dorm on campus
. You never knew who you'd be rooming with and we would rather be with each other. She’s the only person who never treated me differently after my parents died. People think I should hate her. Hate her parents. How could I? They were all drinking, I'm sure it wasn't the first time they risked their lives seeing who could drive instead of calling a taxi or another friend. It could have been my parents driving.

Bri
an didn't mean for it to happen. It was an accident, a freak-forever life changing accident.


Nat, NATALIE!” Layla's snapping fingers in front of my eyes and yelling at me.

She’s
telling me we have to go shopping for new outfits for this concert. I tell her she’s buying since I don’t even want to go in the first place.
I must have spaced off thinking of the past. It doesn't happen often because I don’t let it. I try to package it in a neat little box and shove it in the back of my mind.

I can afford it, b
ut attending wasn’t my idea and I don’t go around broadcasting the total in my bank account by spending it on frivolous materialistic items. I only spend money on necessities. Things I need to get by such as; college tuition, books, materials for class, shampoo, body wash, and food. I don’t believe in luxuries because there are so many people in the Godforsaken world that aren't as well off as I am.

The first clothing store Layla sees we enter
. It’s not a high end shop, generally that’s what Layla usually goes for. Always eager to buy the latest in designer brand clothing items. I walk around casually glancing at clothing racks. I look behind me to see if Layla has spotted anything of interest, she’s looking at some purple mini-dress, which I know will be showing all of her worldly assets. There is no way I would be dressing like that. I'll take the comfortable t-shirt and jeans any day.

As Layla is
in the dressing room I start going through the sales racks, hoping to find a shirt with some kind of coverage. At about the tenth shirt I have looked at I finally found the one. I pull it off the hanger, it’s a vintage looking Tom Petty & The Heartbreakers 1978 Long After Dark tour t-shirt. It’s ratty and tattered but it’s my style all the way.

Placing the now empty hanger back onto the clothing rack I
go find Layla, she’s standing in front of a mirror checking herself out. I too, examine her. She’s beautiful, not in the cheap I spent four hours doing my hair and make-up way. But the classic natural beauty. She doesn't need makeup and her hair is always perfect long and black, reaching the middle of her back. Her beautifully tanned skin makes her features more noticeable, eyes that are an emerald green big and round shaped like almonds with long glorious eyelashes anyone would be jealous over. A small nose and high cheekbones, her mouth pink and pouty and she’s a size two with close to no curves.

She doesn't need anything
artificial to make her beauty stand out.

Needless to say we are polar opposites. I look at myself in the mirror over her shoulder, I never wear make-up
on my pale face. I have never seen a need to and I have no interest in calling attention to myself. I threw my hair up in a big scraggly bun, I have pieces of hair sprouting out all over. It’s a golden brown, curly with a hint of frizz and long, it reaches the top of my ass. I have round rosebud color lips and my small nose has a slight bridge, drawing my coppery brown eyes out. Size two I am not, I have wide hips and curvy love handles.

I'm not noticeable, and I plan to keep it that way.

Layla has decided on the purple mini-dress. I glance up, thanking the stars in a whisper. I was counting on spending at least two hours in here before she had made her mind up. The mini-dress, is more a piece of cloth just there to cover the actual intimate body parts but enough for anyone to make out exactly what she is hiding.

Thinking of the shirt I chose, I happen to have
a kick ass pair of jeans in my closet to go with it. I will never understand people like my best friend Layla. Why would you want to spend all night at a concert in uncomfortable clothes, a chance with the band? So not worth it to me.

She’s
going on and on about Steele, apparently he came from nothing, the started a band and BAM! Rock-star of the charts...I drown her out. I have no care for a band who makes their money by selling bad boy images and sex, making mediocre music that means absolutely nothing.

I
believe a song should touch you. Glide over your spine inducing goose bumps, with your heart pounding to the beat. Possibly bring tears to your eyes just by feeling the words. Or make you smile and set your mood for the day ahead. That is music that I listen to, that I am a true fan of. 

Music that I can only dream of making
. Growing up, my dad listened to all the greats. Making me fall in love with them as well. It’s something I've carried with me and I will always hold onto. It didn’t matter where we were. With my dad he was always playing music or humming a tune to a great song aloud. He is the reason why I decided to major in music.

I want to bring back that classic feel good music, the songs that make you feel like your heart has been torn away. The songs that make you feel like no matter what you have going on in your life, everything will be alright. Music is therapy, my therapy.

As we are leaving the mall, I tell Layla I will meet up with her for dinner at her favorite Italian restaurant.

I need some time alone, so I opt to walk home. These are times I know she worries about
me. She’d rather be my babysitter to know that I make it through the day, so she knows that I am OK and won’t harm myself. I've never given anyone cause to believe I would, but I suffer from anxiety and panic attacks.

I stress myself ou
t over the top about everything. I worry way too much. Mostly about things I that are out of my control, my fear reaching unimaginable heights, but I still refuse to take any prescription medicine.

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