(chapter 1) JUST THE BEGGINING:

Music is my life and I don´t know what I would do without it. I have been singing since i was a kid and it has been incredible.
Well let me tell you something about myself. I come from a small town and the community is close and supportive. It feels amaizing having to represent my small town in singing competitions. Even though my singing carrier looks fade, I have dreams of one day performing at the Maddison Square Garden next to my idol, the one and only Justin Bieber! I have posters of him in my room and all his albums. One may call me a true Belieber.
I do remember waking up sad and lonely, wishing I had my guitar. I don´t want to continue singing kareoke all day long but unfortunately my parents have a different opinon about the music industry! I just don´t know how to convince them anymore.
Just a few days ago, my day had gotten really pissed off that I spend way too much time singing and playing my guitar and that I should focus more on my education. I do agree that education is the key to success but I just feel like they don´t understand how much music means to me. I do get good grades and my teacher think the same think too, but I guess that doesn´ t please my parents and that makes me feels like running away.

"Mom stop!! it´s mine!"
"Really, I am the one who bought it so I can decide what to do with it! it was money i spent!"

I had never seen my mother that angry before, I don´t know what i had done to make her get that upset.

"Then tell me what you were doing with that stupid boy yesterday instead of being home reading?"
"What are you talking about? Which boy? What time? I came home  directly from school yesterday"
"Don´t you dare lie to me little girl!! I was once your age and I know what you did! tell me the truth or else i´ll......" she looked at my guitar and finished her sentence "i´ll break your guitar and make sure you don´t get another one!!"
I was shocked! how dare she! i had that guitar since I was five. it had been ten years with my precious guitar and i couldn´t magine my life without it. It was my source of inspiration when i wrote my songs and my mom knew how much I loved it.

"But I don´t know what you are talking about, i didn´t meet any boy yesterday!"
"You will get punished for this unless you tell me the truth missy!!" she barked

I couldn´t believe she was accusing me of something I had no idea about. What was she even talking about.

"I said tell me what you were doin......"
She raised her hand and with my guitar in one of them and ..........(phaw)!! I think that my heart stopped for some minutes.

to be continued.......