Blackbird.

Chapter Two.

I sit on the foot of my bed, as the phone rings in my ear. I prop the phone against my elbow as I pull my dark black wavy hair into a messy bun. My bangs just reach my eyes. Guess it's time for a haircut...

Ring-Ring-Ring

"Hey, Olivia," Henry answers.

"Hi," I reply, pulling on a nice, thick pair of wool socks, "What're you doing?" I ask,

"Driving in the car with my parents. We just visited Harvard. You would have loved it," He answers. Yeah, I'm sure I would have loved being around all those snooty people, who drink tea, and read Shakespeare for fun. He knows me so well.

"I bet," I snort.

"Olivia, don't shoot down Harvard so quickly. It's one of the best schools in the country," He sighs, as if I didn't know that already, "We would fit right in," He adds.

Yeah, Henry would. Henry is part of the Country club, the Golf Club, the Young Republicans Club. He was even Valedictorian at our school. Of course he would fit in at Harvard. But, not me. All I did was write music. I was in our school choir. That was about it. I spent all my time, trying to write songs, or go to Henry's events that happened almost every weekend.

"Hmmm," I just comment, pulling my suitcase out from under my bed.

I hear Henry let out a loud sigh on the other line,

"So, tell me the news. I know it's killing you," He says.

I smile to myself and plop down on the bed, before I faint again.

"I MADE IT!" I squeal, bouncing up and down on my bed like a toddler before bedtime. "I leave in a week for Los Angeles," I explain.

I still can't believe this is happening. It's like a scene right out of a movie, like Coyote Ugly, or something!

"Congrats, Olivia." He replies, but I don't even hear half the enthusiasm he had just had while discussing Harvard.

"Don't be too excited," I grumble back, pouting my lips, again, acting like a toddler. Henry lets out a laugh,

"I am, I truly am." I insists, but I still don't believe him. "Your going to do great, and even if you don't win, there will be a spot in Harvard, ready for you," He tries to cheer me up, but it only brings my mood down even more.

Henry thought this whole thing was foolish. He says that being a professional singer is a gutter dream. That I should be focusing on getting a college degree. Then, we can be a power couple, richer than any dinky songwriter ever could be. But, that's not what I want. Sure, I love Henry. He's so sweet and sensitive, but he's such a damn realist. He sets goals, not dreams.

"Yeah, that's true." I comment, trying to fake happiness, but it comes out very monotone. But, not that he'd notice. "Henry, I'm tired and I have a lot of packing to do. I'll call you later," I make up a lie.

"Alright, sounds good. I don't know if I'll be back before you leave for LA, but I'll try," He informs me. Wait, I thought he was going to be back in two days? I open my mouth to question him, but he cuts me off, "I love you, Olivia,"

"Love you too," I answer, politely.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"See you, twerp," I give Stephie a half-hug, after my mom's tearful goodbye.

"Don't embarrass the family too much on national television," She smirks, and gives me a hug back as well.

I smack her on the back of the head, before letting go of her. Boy, am I going to miss her.

"I'll call you before I go to bed," I promise my family. My dad holds my mom tightly, letting her cry on his shoulder. I wave to them, as I board the plane.