?Pretty’s On The Inside?
[The World thinks She’s ugly but He sees her Beauty?]
By; Authoress Kamara
Episode 14
?Xavier Marion?
“I’ll like to sing … “. I heard a voice say softly. “Broken by Xavier Marion”.
And with that, I raised my head up from my phone staring at the girl in the hoodie half-surprised that she would actually dare to mention that song.
I wrote the lyrics to that song two years ago when I was going through emotional pain and I couldn’t bear it any longer.
My manager, Alex discovered the lyrics and made me debut it. But I hate listening to it because it makes me feel despairing as I was back then.
?Blackbird singing in the dead of the night
I stared at her trying to recollect her face as I noticed her natural serene voice who was the best for a solo female artist.
?Take this wings and learn how to fly
?Thats all it needs to soar high
?But sometimes, he’s being pushed down
Something clicked inside of me making me remember why I wrote those lyrics. Why I felt like the blackbird.
And this is why I hate listening to any of my songs which I write emotionally because it always breaks me down.
?Which makes him so broken
?He wants to run to his mama
My jaw clenched hard as the thought of me wanting my Mother back then flashed through my mind but unfortunately, she was not there for me.
?But thats just it, he’s got no___
I couldn’t take it anymore. Thats enough hurt that I can take in a week.
I moved my chair back noisily as everyone else attention moved to me and I stood up.
“Sing another song!!”. I ordered as most of the students looked surprised.
“Mister. Marion”. The teacher stood up as she crossed her arms. “You don’t interrupt a fellow student in the middle of her music presentation. We’ve talked about this”.
“But I don’t want her singing my song”. I argued feebly.
“Shouldn’t it be a privilege to you that Miss Myers here actually chose your song!”.
“I would prefer it if she sings another song, probably from another artist”. I added.
Paris moved backwards timidly. “I’ll change the song if thats what you want”.
“Good”. I said sitting back on the chair as I felt exasperated.
“No!”. The teacher interjected. “That is not allowed, Mister, Marion. If you feel any sort of discomfort with her singing that song then you might as well leave the class”.
Students gasped as the whisperings began all over again from different gossip angles.
“Xavier”. Violet whispered beckoning on me to have my seat quietly.
She shouldn’t put her mouth into all this! I am still angry with her! And to think that she had the guts to sit with me and pretend like nothing happened yesterday.
And pretend that she never threatened to reveal my relationship identity to my Dad.
“You can go on , Miss Myers”. The teacher instructed.
I look at her confusedly. “But I thought we reached an agreement of her singing another song, not mine”.
“And like I said, mister Marion, you have the go-ahead to leave my class if you are not comfortable with her singing for us”.
I grumbled silently grabbing my backpack as I headed to the class room front door as everyone watched me expectantly.
I stopped staring at Paris and she stepped backwards obviously intimidated by my looks.
I ignored her and finally went out of the class storming out into the empty hallway.
I can’t blame her though.
But why did she have to sing that particular song?
Or is she going through some stuffs as well like me?
Ugh!! Xavier, stop making excuses for a female like her. They are all and will always remain the same.
Deceivers.
I stopped by a particular pathway and then sat on the higher pavement thinking about what just happened back in class.
Its sad to think that all that would still be in my memories still now.
If only, I could forget everything that she did, all the pain that she caused me.
If only …
If only I was capable of forgetting about what had happened.
If only, I had not gotten close to her in the first place.
No doubt!! All of what happened is clearly her fault but no one ever sees that.
Probably why I sang that song.
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?Paris Myers?
“And make sure you have the perfect tone for your voice”. The teacher said as she walked out of the class.
I sighed standing up as well as I shoved my books into my bag zipping it up as I then prepare myself to go to the next class.
I hung my bag over my shoulder and was ready to go when two classy dressed rich girls appeared from nowhere standing in front of me.
“Um … Excuse me?”. I asked. “I need to go to my next class. I’m having Arithmetic and I do not want to miss that class”.
“I need your attention, Paris Myers”.
Hearing that voice, I turned to see Violet Summers and I gaped gobsmacked that she could even speak to me.
“H-Hi, Violet. Its a honor standing with you on one and one”. I said cheerfully. “I’m a big fan of you”.
“Really?”. She asked putting on a smile.
“Yeah”.
She scoffed. “I don’t need ugly fans like you to taint my arts cover”.
“Huh?”. I stepped backwards surprised by her sudden change of outburst.
“So what if you are my fan ! What should I do?”.
“W-What?”.
Violet began laughing. “Can you imagine?! Seriously?”.
“I was only trying to express my love for you as a die-hard fan”. I say trying to even explain things out with her.
“Shut up!”. She said crossing her arms. “I didn’t come here for chit-chat, Paris. I came to meet you all because of Xavier”.
“Xavier?”. I asked arching my eyebrows. “I don’t got anything to with him”.
“I know but I’m just warning you to stay on your lane like the ugly btch you are”.
“Okay! Now thats very rude!”. I snapped at her before storming out of the class.
I walked angrily past other students as I fumed inside of me.
To be referred as an ugly girl more than ten times today really hurts me a lot that you can ever expect.
I stop right in my tracks hearing the most beautiful voice I’ve ever heard before. Then I paused realizing who it belonged to.
?You are so perfect, baby
?’Cause there is nowhere like you
I stared at him through the transparent glass as I watched him play on the piano but there was one turn off.
He’d always hit the keys on the keyboard repeatedly as he was being frustrated by it not moving along to the beat.
“Why don’t you try using a guitar?”. I spoke up before realizing it.
He stopped and turned then saw me. “And what are you doing here?”.
“Nothing, I was just__”.
“Why do you think a guitar would be much better?”. He asked crossing his arms as he stood up.
“Well I guess it will suit your voice. I always use my guitar whenever I sing an emotional song”.
His expression softened. “You play the guitar?”.
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