"Only Friends" A Celtic Thunder FF

Alambil-Lady-of-Peace said:
Pardon me for double posting but I would like to quote wonderful xxjessmorixx


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Originally Posted by xxjessmorixx
I would like to say that Ally (Alambil-Lady-of-Peace) is the best friend I've ever had! She has wonderful talent when it comes to writing also. Thanks for everything, Ally!
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Awwww, Jess!
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*coughs*

YOU CAN'T MISQUOTE ME, MISSY!!!!!!! ONLY I CAN MISQUOTE!!!!!!!

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and I would like to thank you for saying this:

Alambil-Lady-of-Peace said:
Jess (xxjessmorixx) is my inspiration and I was litterally WEEPING when I found out she was writing the CT fanfic anymore. BAWLING!!!!
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:D
 
Ok. Here it is! :D You're my only reader right now! :)

I walked out on stage and looked over at the director who grinned at me encouragingly. I also cast a glance at Neil who gave me a thumbs up.
I walked over to the music stand they had set up for me. They were letting me use one for the first few rehearsals. Fortunately, I had been given a room to practice and had already gone through the piece several times.
I looked at the page. A lot of black. Too much black. Almost all black. I was very intimidated. I felt like turning and running off stage not caring who I disappointed. But before I had the chance to consider the thought, the director started the band and began the song. Brendan Monaghan, who played the pipes in the beginning of the song, started.
My part came up quicker than I would have liked for it to. But soon, Neil was on his way over to the piano bench and I saw my cue coming. I took a deep breath and waited for the nod. It came.
I started play. Softly at first because I wasn’t very sure of my self but the director, sensing my uneasiness, picked up the pace and signaled me to give more volume. He must have known that going faster sometimes helps when you’re thinking too much. Cause after we picked up the pace, I began to think more about getting the song over with and not concentrating on the notes as much.
I began to realize that I had much more memorized from practice than I thought. I began to move about a little bit. Rocking back and forth and at one point I said to myself “What the heck, might as well have fun.”
I had a full skirt on and taking a leap off the platform I was on, I made it fly, but it still modestly covered me. I landed lightly on my feet in front of a very surprised Brendan. I could tell the director was surprised to because I almost forgot to direct! I kept going, surprisingly remembering my notes. Walking around the stage I teased Brendan with the end of my instrument, egging him on to try and beat my daringness. He smiled past his own instrument and leaped off the stage itself.
Taken aback, I almost forgot my notes. But then getting my wits about me again, I followed him, landing sure-footedly behind him on the level floor.
The song was nearing the end and I almost felt sad. But the next thought that entered my head was the concert. I was gonna have to do it again. In front of a lot of people, too.
Brendan began his little tag, then I echoed him, following, me was the pianist, then everyone, and the song ended. At the last drum beat I through my hands into the air still holding tight to my beautiful flute. I felt a surge of joy well up inside me and I almost wanted to laugh and cry and fall down in a tired heap all at the same time.
I heard clapping all around me. Neil, the director, Brendan, the whole band, and from the far corner of the stage, I saw the group that had urged me to do it. Sharon, Zara, Damian, and Karen came out from back stage all with huge grins on their faces. Sharon hugged me and praised me for doing such a great job the first time on stage, Zara could only hug me and looked like she was about to cry. Something my mom would have done if she had been there. Karen came up next and grabbed me hard around my middle shaking with joyful laughter. “I’m so excited for you!” she said when she let go. Damian was last. He walked up and put his arms around me in a big hug. It felt good to be praised by so many people.
When Damian let go, he whispered in my ear, “I’m proud of you.”
I was surprised. Why would he be proud of me? He’d only known me for a short time. But it made me feel good none the less.
Sharon had gone but reappeared just as Brendan was telling me how he could hardly keep up. I was answering with a nervous laugh and was about to say that adrenalin caused it when Sharon walked up with a man behind her.
“Eliza, this is Mr. John Holt.”
I shook his hand and said nice to meet you.
Sharon looked at me and said, “He works for the PBS station.”
I nodded and smiled, not knowing what was going on. Then is dawned on me.
“You’re gonna-?” I didn’t need to finish my sentence, Damian did it for me.
“You’re recording the show?!” he asked with a huge grin on his face.
Mr. Holt nodded. “It’s gonna be on live television tonight.”

Hope it didn't sound dorky! :( I had alot of fun writing it! :D
 
OMG THAT WAS AWESOME! :D So much fun. I was like bouncing cause I could hear the song in my head and could picture the whole thing. XD hahaha! Great job! Update soon please! I'm still working on mine. :/ Blah.
 
OH MY GOODNESS...that was Wonderful! I liked it very very very much! i the suspense the most i think. I think your a very nice author honey. Very good!
 
Thanks so much. I never knew I could write decent stuff! :p Seriously. I was like 'No one will care what I write' *shrugs* Thanks so much.
 
BUG!!! I havent gotten to reading it in a while. I WANT MORE!!! YOU NO WRITE, I NO TELL YOU WHAT YOUR DOING IN THE MAGICAL LAND RANDOM PPL GET THROWN INTO FOR THE FUN OF IT!!!!!
 
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