Ally p.o.v.:

My eyes fluttered open with the sound of birds chirping that filled the room. I blinked away the sleep and let the sound awaken me. The bright sun peeked through the small window but just enough to light up the room. I sat up in bed to take in the morning when BAM the sound of my head knocking into the low ceiling snapped me into reality. I was in an attic and it was almost time for school. I walked downstairs to an empty house. I was glad no one was home, I did not want to encounter my dad. Everything about him terrified me. My dad put me in the attic because he didn't want me around the new adopted baby. Well who could blame him with my large thick-framed glasses and my disgusting mess I call hair, I was completely ugly.

"Here we go again" I mumbled as I got ready for school. I trudged throughout the house and picked up stray cigarette butts and beer bottles that were left on the floor. I stepped into the bathroom and scrunched my face from the dingy smell. I brushed my teeth as fast as possible and ran out of that disgusting room. I skipped past the kitchen knowing I would never find an edible substance in that room. I pulled on my hand-me-downs from when my mom was young and walked back downstairs. I grabbed my jacket that hung off a hook on the peeling cream walls. The floorboards creeked from the termite damage as I put on my ankle boots. I picked up my bookbag from the floor and tossed it over my shoulder. I sighed as I stepped out into the money-obsessed and designer-labeled world where I don't belong.

Austin p.o.v.:

I watched the houses go by from the car window. Everything seemed so normal. The way the grass was wet from the morning rain, the rusted gates that bordered the front yard, the toys that were scattered around the pavement, and the welcome mats that had been worn down from the amount of people that had gone in and out. I wondered what it would be like to be normal, to not be in the spotlight and live in a house with parents and homemade meals every night, but of course the bastards at my label wont allow that. I'm stuck in an empty house and microwavable dinners.

"Austin you have to be good on your first day...Austin...Austin...AUSTIN!" Dez snapped.

I snapped out of my riduculous thoughts and quickly turned my head towards my screaming manager. I looked at him and shrugged. I'm a famous billionare, why do i need to go to school anyway?

"Austin this bad boy act of yours is getting old! If you keep this up no one will like you anymore." Dez warned me.

"Who cares?! The fans dont care about me all they care about is the next load of crap I slap onto an album! As long as my face is on it they couldnt care less!" I shouted.

"Austin-"

"Just forget about it" I said turning back to the window, "its not like you'll ever let me recod my own music" I mumbled under my breath. I sighed as the large school came into view from the window.

Ally p.o.v.:

I got to school early and I shuffled through my locker trying to find a sweater to cover up both the old and the new scars from my father's belt. The scars covered every inch of my arm and the ones down my back were even worse. I got those whenever I tried to run away but it's pretty easy to tell that I am never fast enough.

"Gotcha!" I cheered as I pulled a long sweater from my locker. The sleeves were way too long and the fabric fell slightly off my shoulders but it was all I had. I looked at my watch, still half an hour before school started. I smiled as I made my way over to the music room. I ran my hand over the smooth ebony wood of the piano that was in the room. I lifted up the cover and hit a few random keys. I smiled from the melodic sound, that sound made me feel safe and calm. I sat down on the bench and began to play. I felt so at home with my fingers running over the white and black keys.

Austin p.o.v.:

Great Dez dropped me off early. You would think he knew how to tell time. I groaned as I looked at the piece of paper in my hand. Locker number 287. I looked up at the row of blue lockers infront of me.

"Okay...locker 285...286...locker number 287!"

I carelessly tossed my books into the locker and slammed it shut, not caring about the loud noise that shook the empty halls. What am I supposed to do now? I was about to give up on this whole stupid school idea and just go home when I heard the faint but distinct sound of a piano being played and then a small voice overlapped with the notes. Her voice fit perfectly into the melody and it created the most original song I've ever heard. I was truly captivated as I followed the sound of the voice.

I've got something inside of me

something that needs to be heard

deep down a voice is guiding me

and my emotions have stirred

why do I have to play these silly games

I've gotta shake up the rules and state my claim

Ally p.o.v.:

whatever it is I'll do it

I'm the answer to your prayers

whatever you want stop looking nobody else compares

whatever you've seen before

I'll give you so much more

you'll be totally impressed

I'm new yorks best kept secret

I smiled to myself as I scribbled down the new verse in my book.

"HELLO!" someone shouted. I froze, my hands still gripping onto my pencil tightly. Who is that? No one is supposed to be here this early. I heard the footsteps get louder as the person approached the room. I quickly grabbed my book from the piano and bolted out the back door of the classroom.

Well this is my first story so please go a little easy on me with your criticisms. I hope you like it and please review!

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