My Secret Lovelife 127 Stinging Strings Of Hope

I came back home but worry didn't leave my mind. More than that I was really curious about what happened. Although I usually don't interfere into others' account but still I want to help her .

I texted her , "Did you reach home? "

"Yeah."

"Okay.Have some snacks and rest well. "

"Hmm.. "

Her replies were shorter. Well when she will feel like sharing she will. I don't want to distract her anymore.

I told mom about the entire college drama. How was my name given. How I got selected and others. She felt extremely happy. After all she is my music teacher.

She hugged me and said, "I'm really happy that you have earned the chance and didn't give it up. I knew you love to sing. Finally you have grown up. This time fight back. "

Her words stung me, but this time too deeply. I had left singing for over two years after I had suffered from a psychological trauma.At that time I poured all my mind and soul in reading textbooks to prove my worth. But this time will the comeback be a fruitful one or will it fade away. In order to disguise my trauma I had blatantly said that I have stage phobia. But to be exact I had problem in facing myself in front of people.The exposure in front of people and failing is the exact thing that hurts me lot. Well let bygones be bygones. I don't even want to remember those. I need to focus on the fest first. My performance will ultimately judge me and my stream.

"Yes, Mom I will make sure nothing happens. G.o.d has given me a second opportunity I will definitely grab it. "

"Well said. At the same time focus on your studies. "

"Oh Mom! "

"No use of those expressions.I'm already immuned. You have to study."

"Yes Mom. "

"Now have some snacks after that come to me. I will help you practice songs."

"It has really been ages since we had practiced together. Today we will practice as much as we want. "

"But now, you go wash your hands and have those snacks while relaxing. "

"Yep! "

More than the fear I wanted to sing even more was because of him. He loves music and reading books. I wanted him to listen to my singing really badly. I felt really happy when he praised me. But it was a pity that he didn't hear the first one. Which was dedicated to only to him... in my heart.