Sigh another hard day at work, I hate 'the customers always right' policy. Walking down the path I see a bench, I go and sit down on the bench. I pull out my headphone and turn on my music, I start humming alone before singing. Away in my own world, music had always helped me escape reality. I jumped feeling a tap on my shoulder. I take my headphones out. "Um sorry did I disturb you with my horrible singing." I say in nervous voice. "No, no your singing is wonderful. Have you ever thought about performing?" I look at him surprised.

He didn't look much older than me, maybe 2 or 3 years. "No, I haven't, my parents told me I couldn't sing. So, I never thought about it really." I say honestly, although my parents did hate me and think I was sick because I did things differently. The only reason why I'm not back in the asylum is because my parents are the only ones to know and they don't want their reputation ruined.

"Well I think you should pursue singing, I pursued directing making theatre changed my life forever, music might change yours." I stare at him speechless, could I pursue music as a career? I mean it's not like my parent's care. "Yeah, maybe I will. Oh, my name is Zac by the way." I tell him with a smile. "John, can I have your number? I know a friend who is looking for singers." John asks politely. I think for a minute, is this really what I want to do? But then again what do I have to lose. I give John a nod, I grab out a piece of paper, writing down my name and number before giving it to him. He leaves but not before giving me a smile and a wave goodbye. I smile in return feeling the best I have ever felt in years.

I get off the bench and start to walk home. I pop my music back on, bopping my head along with the rock n roll tune. I make it home 15 minutes later, opening the door to my apartment on the 3rd floor. I put my coat on the rack and close the door behind me. "Hey Trixie, I'm home." I yell into the apartment. Trixie is my best friend, she is currently studying to be a psychiatrist because she wants to help the mentally ill. All though she doesn't know I was in the asylum last year.

"Hey Z how was work today? I hope the customers didn't annoy you too much." Trixie is awesome and always makes sure I'm okay which is why she is my best friend. "Work was horrible but I met someone new today." I yell back. As I go into the living room, sitting down on the coach. Trixie walks into the living room, giving me a raised eyebrow. "Okay, so how is that different from any other day. I mean you do work in at a restaurant." I smile at her and patted the space next to me. She walked over and sat next to me. "Well because I met him at the park. His name is John, he told me I could sing and should pursue it as a career." Kind of looking away and not at her. "WHAT!!! So, You Listen To Some Random Guy And NOT YOUR BEST FRIEND!!!" she yelled at me with an angry face.

"I know, I know. But you're my best friend, I just thought you were being nice and didn't want to hurt my feelings." I say in a quiet voice, expecting her to yell at me again. "Sigh. I guess you're right. I mean I guess I don't always believe in myself either." she sighs and looks me in the eye. "So, are you going to pursue singing?" She asks. "I don't know, to be honest with you I would like to try. I gave him my number and he said that he had a friend or something. I'm just not sure what I want." I tell her, she looks up to the roof. "Well if it's something you enjoy then I support you 100%." She gives me a smile before walking into the kitchen making dinner.

Rubbing the back of my neck, I start to hear a ring in my pocket. I grab out my phone and press the green button, answering the call. "Um hello Zac speaking." I say into the phone. "Hey Zac it me, John. I managed to get you a performance with that friend of mine, it's in about 2 weeks' time. " I'm left once again speechless. "But I don't have a song ready and-and-" "hey it's okay, I'll help you out. We can meet when your free and practice for the performance. Don't worry about it, the performance will be fantastic." He tells me. "Okay let's do this then." I say in a confident voice. For the next 2 weeks Lewis helps me sing a song called Piano Man by Billy Joel. John really help me out of my shell. Not only that but I got to learn a few different songs on the piano, but I also learnt how to sing and play piano at the same time.

John is not only my best friend now, but he hasalso help me though all of this cheering me on, he's my mentor. Even if Ididn't do very well tonight, I knew that music had change my life because Lewis gave me the confidence to do something I never dreamed of, and I am trulygrateful for that.