Christmas performance

What is it, like -6 degrees out? God, my fingers are numb.

So we had this performance-outside, of corse- for half an hour, my frozen fingers flew over my freezing silver flute, my lips almost sticking to the expensive mouthpiece. And when I ripped my flute away from my shivering mouth, the beautiful notes quivering in the freezing dark air. My friends sat beside me, our fingers matching the temperature of our flutes. But it was totally worth it, because at the end of every song, I could always look behind me and see Nick's shivering but still beautiful face shining, and it's like a small fire erupted in my chest, burning up my cheeks. We played, we played well, and we shivered while playing. My dad and my siblings weren't even there- we've only been working our butts off for the past three months!- so they were all, "You were great, Rachael! We were back in the trombone section, so that's why you couldn't see us."

Yeah. Dad's only lied to me since I was born. The truth is, he doesn't give a damn about my future writing/ musical career. I had to get my mom to by the thousand-dollar, beautiful, nickel-colored, open-holed, amazing, terrific-sounding flute. He hasn't even payed for one lesson.

Screw it.

I am an amazing artist, and I don't give a DAMN what he says, I love Nick.

Yeah.

I do.

I love him.

Don't tell him. We're friends and it's starting to be more normal between us. All I want is for him to love me-whether it's between friends or as lovers. I'm fine with being his friend- all I want is for him to be happy.

So, happy Christmas, Merry Hanukkah, Awesome Kwanzaa, or any other holiday you're celebrating, have an awesome one.

-love, Rachael