~Wrong man~ ~Part 31 ~ FINAL PART!

So, here I'm again with my brand new story.
I hope you'll like this, because this story has special meaning for me...
Here it goes:


Prologue

- JAVI !!! Can you please concentrate on this? Mikel asked annoyed.
- What? Oh, sorry. I was deep in my thoughts, Javi apologized.
- We noticed that. But we need to practice as well. You know that the next concert must be perfect, Basty said.
- Like the all following ones, Javi muttered quietly.
- What did you say? Mikel asked.
- Nothing, Javi repeated quickly. – Can we take a break? I want to suggest something to you.
Boys sat down and every of them took one water bottle. Dancing was hard and sweaty job.
- So, what have you planned? I have noticed that you have been thinking of something long time, Basty asked.
- I think we should write a book, Javi said simply.
- Do WHAT? Mikel and Basty asked mouth wide open.
- And about what? Basty asked.
Javi shook his head. Basty and his blonde moments.
- About D’Nash of course, Javi said.
- But I don’t understand why? Mikel asked still surprised.
- Well, many famous bands have written a book. So, why we don’t do that also? Fans would know what kind of people we really are, Javi explained.
- And do you think that the book would sell enough? Basty asked.
- I do. We have lots of fans. I’m sure that they’ll buy the book. And especially those who have never met us.
- Are you going to write that book by yourself? I mean I’m not good at writing or any that kind of stuff, Mikel asked.
- I think we could ask some real writer who could write it, Javi answered.
- Do you really think that we are going to tell everything we feel to unknown person? Basty asked.
- Of course not. It’s a book about our music and our band. Of course we aren’t going to put any personal details to it, Javi said.
- I don’t know. I just don’t understand why we should write a book. We have enough things to do without your idea, Mikel said.
- If you just could think about it. I would be grateful for that.
- Okay. I’ll promise to think about it, Basty agreed finally.
- Mikel? Javi asked.
- Yes. I’ll think about it too. But now, let’s continue. We have a lot of what to practice, Mikel said.
Javi sighed. Somehow he knew that his idea wouldn’t get any support from Basty or Mikel. They were too suspicious. But he knew who would understand him totally. Javi decided to call that person straight away after practicing. He knew that his idea was good. He just needed to convince others too.

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Yayyy!!!! Finallyyyyyyy!!!! The prologue is gooood.... just can't wait for more!

I like this
Me wanna more

New story, new story, new stoooooooooryyyyyyyyy!!
More, more, more, more!!

finally story from you Heli

The prologue sounds amazing and I wanna more

amazing

more soon???

Thanks girls!
I dunno when I'm posting more... When I have time, I guess...

Thats ok...take your time....we will wait

That sounds beeeeeery interesting!!!! Me want more

Aww this sounds well cool

ohhhhh i loved this prologue... such a nice idea =) =)

take you time

Part 1

I knew already when I was little girl that I was different, different than others. At the kindergarten other kids were playing together when I was alone. I don’t mean that others teased me. No, it was my own decision. I liked to play alone. Adults were a bit worried about me. I didn’t have many friends. But nothing was wrong with me. I was a normal child. Except I wanted to be alone.

And the same continued at school. But there I had some friends and I spent the breaks with them. But I wasn’t with my friends at my free time. Then I was home, alone. I read lots of books and did everything nice, alone. Because I didn’t complain about that at all, my parents didn’t meddle in that. I was satisfied, so everything was fine. At school I was also quiet and those who didn’t know me may thought I was shy. But I wasn’t. I answered when somebody asked me something. And I said my opinions if I thought it were necessary. I hated pointless talking. And some girls in my class were champions of it. If I didn’t have anything to say, I was quiet.

Teachers had understood that I wasn’t shy or I didn’t know answers even I didn’t put my hand up every time teacher asked questions. Many times when nobody else knew the answer, it was me who needed to say the right answer. And usually I had something else to say about the things what we were talking about. I don’t mean that I was wise. I just read a lot and I did my homework every day.

At first when my classmates didn’t know me well, they tried to use me. When they realized that I really made my homework, they wanted to copy them from me. And because I was a good girl I didn’t let them to do that. Then they started to tease me. They called me different kind of names. But it ended soon. Because I started to call them names also. And I have to say that mine was much better and crueller. Teasers were only boys so soon I got all girls in my class behind me. When boys realized that they stopped teasing me. Little by little they started to respect me on their own way.

Under my last years at comprehensive school I started to write. My teacher had said how talented I was, so I decided to write something. First my stories were short and quite simple. But when I realized how much I actually liked writing, my stories started to be longer and more complicated.

I had known for a long time that the writing was the best way for me to express my thoughts and feelings. Now I had found a way how to tell what I felt. I was bad when it came talking. I couldn’t express myself with talking. I was bad at it. But on the other hand I was good at explaining things. Like one Spanish lesson once proved.

Niicee

This was like someone's real life...
Great part

It's amazing.... I love it
More!!!!!

Interesing! More?

emilia wrote:This was like someone's real life...

I agree, sounded a bit familiar for me..
Great part!!
Moooore?!

Yahweh! I wish I could read M.O.R.E. than just these short parts....

Thanks girls!
Minna, those short parts are better than nothing, right?

Yees, but well... nothing... I'm too bored to explain anything today... Just keep posting!

OMGOSH! Another (surely amazing) story of Heli!!!!

I loved the prologue and part 1!
I want... no I need some more! but only if you have time ^^

ohhh this part was so nice..... me likes it

la_nette wrote:

emilia wrote:This was like someone's real life...

I agree, sounded a bit familiar for me..

Just because it's easier to write about things which could happen in real life. And besides, it sounds much more believable then..


Part 2

- Which one you would appreciate in this world? Or which one you couldn’t live without?
a) Wisdom
b) Love
c) World peace.
And I want real arguments, teacher asked.
It was hard question in Friday afternoon. Everybody wanted only to go home to spend weekend. Finally few answered “world peace” and gave some arguments. Then teacher asked herself from some pupils. Everybody answered same way. I saw that teacher started to look hopeless.
- Ana, what do you think about this? teacher asked and looked straight to me.
I had guessed this. So I had my answer ready.
- Why everybody want world peace? Of course I understand that it would be great if we didn’t need to read news about wars and other bad things. But my point of view it’s not the most important thing. We’re living in Spain. The threat of war is really small here. We don’t need to worry about that. But youngsters from for example Iraq would definitely choose world peace because they know what war is. We don’t.
Then, wisdom. Do we really need to be wise to live in this world? I don’t think so. I think those who have simple mind can appreciate little beautiful things in this world. Things what we, so-called normal people don’t see. We can live here even we wouldn’t be such a genius. So, my answer is love. Nobody can live without love. We all have relatives and friends in our life. They are our neighbours. We can’t survive without them. I can’t imagine a life without people who love me and who I love. We all need a person who loves us and who we can love, at least a one. Our life would be empty without any love. Then any wisdom or world peace wouldn’t help us, I stopped my explanation.
Teacher just stared at me. Obviously she hadn’t except any answer like that. That was just my luck.
- That was very clearly argued opinion. We all should do just like Ana did, give enough reasons, teacher said.

From that day I knew what I wanted to do. I wanted to share my thoughts and my opinions with others. Many, many years later when I had been in university and been at work, I did what I have always wanted. I wrote a book. I became a writer. Under few years I became a famous writer. I published one book. I was 22 years old then. The book was called “Nothing else than me”. I was invited to many places to talk about my book and my writing process. I was signing books in many book stores around Spain. And two years later I published my second book. And that’s when I finally met D’Nash.


There will be longer parts, these first ones are just so short because I need to explain some things first..