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Through the Eyes of Lia, Part 3

Editor’s Note: This is part 3 of a 3-part story. To read the other two parts, please click below:
Part One


Part Two

Lia was used to being able to fix everything. Once, in 4th grade, she had almost gotten a B, and she had pulled it up at the last minute with a five page report for extra credit. In an overnight band camp, she got placed very low, but she had fixed it by doing the best she could and it worked; her instructor was very surprised and pleased with her. So Lia could always fix everything…until now.

Not getting into honor band was one of the worst things in Lia’s life. It was like a blow to her chest that sent her stumbling backwards into a deep, black hole – a hole Lia found no way out of. A hole that was so tall and so wide, it had her sitting down, the walls closing in on her. She sat there and cried and cried, wondering why her life had taken this drastic turn.

Except Lia wasn’t in a hole. She was locked up in her room, sitting on her bed with perfect posture, struggling to keep her tears in… it wasn’t working. The water works eventually turned on and tears streamed down her cheeks with great speed. It had only been a day after she had found out she didn’t make it into honor band. Lia was bored out of her mind, and couldn’t find anything to cheer her up. Whenever she’s sad she usually practices trumpet or piano, but she could barely look at her trumpet now, and the piano was downstairs. There was no way Lia was going to go downstairs, because that meant facing her parents, something she wasn’t up to. They’d give her a pep talk about how she couldn’t let this destroy her. And it was too late for that. She hadn’t brushed her hair or teeth since yesterday, nor had she eaten, something unusual for her.

Her phone buzzed, and cautiously, Lia picked it up, reading the text message, then suddenly throwing it at the wall, watching it fall to the floor. The phone looked as if it had been merely dropped and not thrown, and the text message was still visible on the screen. It read:
“Hey, I made it into honor band! Did you?” from Jean.

Falling onto her pillow, more tears ran down her cheeks. She should just quit band now. Obviously she wasn’t good enough to get into honor band, and Meghan was. That was saying something. It was saying something even more that a seventh grader was first chair. How wonderful. She had lost to a seventh grader. There’s something to brag about.

There was a knock on her door, and Lia called, “What?” in an exasperated tone.
The doorknob shook, as if to be opened, but Lia had locked it.
“Open the door,” her mother said.

“Why should I?”

“Just open the door. I want to talk to you.”

Lia threw herself off her bed and unlocked the door, opening it, and looking out at her mom with bloodshot eyes. She had barely slept last night.

“May I come in?” her mom asked.

Stepping aside, she let her mom in, who went over and sat on the bed. Lia closed the door, and then crossed her arms, waiting for the pep talk. There was no way to avoid it now. She was lucky she had gotten this far.

“Honey,” her mother began. “I know you’re upset, but you can’t let this get you down. You have to be strong and show people you should be in this band. That you deserve to be in it.”

Lia snorted. “You’re saying to act like nothing happened.”

“No, I’m not. I’m saying, don’t let this get you down, but always keep it in mind, and show them what they’re missing.”

She rolled her eyes.

Her mom patted the bed beside her, beckoning her over. Reluctantly, Lia sat down next to her.
“Tell me what you’re feeling,” she said.

Observing her with watchful eyes, Lia finally said, “I wanted this so badly. It’s such a prestigious band and I wanted to be in there, to show people how good I am! People would look up to me, my band director would finally stop praising just Jill and praise me, too! I would be looked up to! And I would be proud of myself. I would have confidence.”

“This is why you wanted to get in?”
She nodded.

“Maybe… you didn’t get in because you didn’t want this for the right reasons.”

“What else am I supposed to want it for, Mom?”

“The satisfaction of being in it?”

“I wanted that, too! Am I not allowed to list the other benefits?”

“You are… I don’t know. It was just a suggestion.”

“I’d like to be alone now.”

Her mother sighed, but didn’t question. Instead, she walked out the door, slamming it. Yes, her mother was mad. There was no doubt about it. She was ticked. Great.
What was Lia supposed to do? Stay in her room and cry forever?
And then something sunk in.

It may be a struggle, but she was a strong girl. She had survived worse than this. This was just a complication in the path of her dream to be a musician. But… if she persevered, she would eventually make it to her dream. Music is all about being rejected but to keep trying, isn’t it? No, this obstacle wasn’t going to stand in the way of Lia’s dream…

Jumping up off her bed, Lia opened the door and ran to her bathroom to brush her teeth and her hair. After getting out of her pajamas, she set up her music stand, pulled out her music, and then got out her trumpet.

So here began the real journey of Lia Bradshaw.