Talented

Chapter 10 (Part 2) - I Have No Fear

"Oh my," I exclaimed, stepping off the coach, Ryan following close behind me, "God." I finished, looking up at the huge building in front of me.

Tech Music School was everything I expected and more, medieval castle-like building before me was so beautiful that I felt like I was stepping into a Dracula movie. There must've been at least 5 floors to the building, and the sheer size of it stopped the whole coach of new students in their tracks.

Students laden with instruments of all kinds, guitars, violins, banjos and even a few homemade instruments that I didn't know the name of. There were a few students (maybe fifty or sixty) without any instruments - I presumed that they were the singers out of the groups of students - who got off yet more coaches pulling up into the marvellous college grounds.

I was like nothing I've ever seen before, and I couldn't help but feel intimidated by the mass amount of talented people attending this college.

I already felt part of a minority, and the feeling was highly unsettling.

Well, here goes nothing I suppose. I thought to myself, gripping Ryan's arm for support.

"It's gorgeous here." I breathed, looking up at Ryan's astounded face.

"It is," he smiled, looking around at the mass of faces swarming around us, "shall we go find your mum and dad?"

"Yeah, they'll be around here somewhere." I nodded, turning towards the country road behind us, where car after car was parking up in the gravel patch towards the left of the college.

"Is that them?" Ryan asked, pointing towards as blue Honda Civic making its way up the gravel.

"I think so." I nodded.

Ryan smiled at me, and led the way to the car pack through the mass of students unloading their luggage from the coach, and making their way into the college with friends and family.

We both smiled and waved at the people who we'd made acquaintance with on the coach as we made our way through the crowd.

As we reached the car, mum and dad were finishing unloading the boot of the car of our bags, and my dad was pulling boxes from out of the back of the small car.

"Here, let me help you there Brian." Ryan smiled, rushing over to my dad's aid.

"It's really lovely here Elizabeth," my mum sniffed, her big brown eyes glistening with unshed tears, "I'm really going to miss you!"

"Oh mum, I'm going to miss you too," I said sadly, pulling her into a hug. As we hugged I couldn't help but remember all of those times that my mum had helped me through.

She was there for me the time I went to the park for the first time on my own - I was only 7-years-old, but I'm glad my mum didn't quite trust me enough to go out alone (even though my dad protested) and followed me all the way there, and caught me heroically when I'd fell off the swing and cracked my head open on the hard concrete floor. She'd rushed home with little me in her arms, wailing and bleeding and practically flew me to the hospital in her car. The journey took twenty minutes than it should have.