Prologue

 

By Melissa

 

The girl turned over in her bed.  This dream had to be one that didn’t scare her to death.  She didn’t feel any anger or any sadness.  All she felt was the happiness coming from the three boys in her dream.

 

They had the best vocal harmony she had ever heard.  They were standing in a small white painted room while a chunky man sat on the other side of room behind a desk.  The chunky man watched there every move when they sang.  To him, they had to be perfect; she could see that in his eyes.  But the boys didn’t seem to be perfect.

 

The oldest looking one was Latino and had to be around seventeen or eighteen.  He had a dark brown curly top going on and brown eyes, his voice reaching high when it had to.  The one standing in the middle was around fifteen or sixteen.  He was also Latino.  He had brown buzz cut hair and chocolate brown eyes.  The youngest was around twelve or thirteen.   She could tell he still hadn’t hit puberty yet, but he still had a great voice.  He had blond hair and blue eyes and was the shortest of them all.

 

She watched them for a few more minutes, then watched them fade away little by little as her alarm clock awoke her from her dream.  She wanted to know more about them, but she knew in a few years they would probably be on every radio station and magazine cover in town.  She got dressed and quickly walked down the stairs. She grabbed a piece of fruit from the counter as she put her books in her bookbag.  She heard the horn of the bus go off as she zippered up her bookbag and raced out the door ready to face normal life.

 

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