"King Oak! Queen Birch! Lord Acacia! Wha!!" I yell, confused.
"Whoa! Son calm down!" My father shouts. "But yes this is no prank! I told them how you played and they wanted to hear for themselves."
I breathe and calm myself down. "When did this happen?!" I ask. "When am I playing?!"
"We leave first thing in the morning," my father tells me. "Get some more practice while you can."
I dash to my room and practice my fiddle until my fingers get blisters. I shake my hands out.
"Owee!" I complain "ow owety ow ow!"
"Suck it up princess!" a familiar voice says. It's my brother always being oh so 'supportive'. Though he is sometimes slightly annoying he's a lot better than some of my friends brothers and sisters.
I couldn't imagine having a sister! I feel sorry for the mothers!
I pack a rucksack full of everything I might need on a music trip and a few things extra like my teddy bear; Bob. Even though I'm twelve I still sleep with a teddy. Typical right? Well I don't mind if you call me a seedling bit I like Bob he is my only true love!
"Packing?" My mother asks. She pokes here head into my room.
"Yeah." I say gesturing toward my stuff.
"Good." She says. Then adds "you two, play nice!"
I had forgotten that my brother was still in my room.
"Alright! Let me do my packing!" I demand. My mother and brother walk out of the room. And I'm left to my packing.
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I can't sleep. I'm to busy thinking about tomorrow. I'm kinda worried nervous and excited all mixed into one emotion.
I don't know what I should think. I don't even know how we're traveling there!
All I know is that I'm playing for King Oak, Queen Birch and Lord Acacia. Omeegowd! I'm terrified! Aaaggghh!