Actions Speak Louder Than Words (FINISHED)

Chapter 21 - Flashback

Sorry in advance for the very crappy chapter! Picture of Melody's dad on the side >>>>>>>>

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"Melody! You have improved so much since I reached you last! You might even be beating your dad", my piano teaser gushes, obviously joking. even though that was an exaggeration I couldn't help but bother but to nag my dad about it.

"Did you hear that daddy!? Looks like your daughter is getting better than you!", I smile big.

"Really now?", he says with a frown causing my smile to disappear. 

"Chill dad, just joking", I mumble and walk away.

"Thank you for coming Mrs. Tanner, same time tomorrow?", I smile.

"Of course, dear", the elderly lady affirms and leaves the house. Yes, I have a private piano teacher. I can't really leave the house without getting mobbed or discovered by the paparazzi.

"You could ruin my career", was my dads reason. I, of course being the goody two shoes I am believed him and stayed in doors. Sad. Never really been outside much for sixteen years. I pass the music room to see worry on my dad's face as he seemed deep in thought. I rolled my eyes and walked into the kitchen where my mum was making dinner.

"Hey mom!", I smile and hug her from behind. She chuckles.

"What are you making?", I ask, curiously looking over her shoulder.

"Your favourite", she smiles.

"Sushi?!", she chuckles.

"Never mind, second most favourite dish"

"Ribs and sweet potatoes?", I guess. I don't really have any favourites after sushi. Can't blame me if I like food. As long as it's edible, I'll live.

"I'll be back in half and hour, hun", my dad says as he walks into the kitchen and pecks her on the lips.

"What about dinner?", she asks.

"I'll eat when I get back", was his response before shutting the front door. It was only my mother and I that night. It was like that most of the time since my dad was always out doing god knows what.

"So when are you planning on trying to find a record label", my mom smirks.

"I don't think I'm ready to be signed. I still need loads of practice!

"Nonsense! Tomorrow we'll go see Mr. Cowell"

"But-"

"No buts!". I slump down in my seat. Whenever my mom makes up her mind there is no changing her goals. She takes the phone and dials my dad's boss' number. After a quick interaction she hangs the phone with a triumphal smile.