I suppose you're wondering how that ended with me here in New York City, living on my own at 21, miles away from my home in California.

To say the very least, Mom was less than pleased when I told her I was quitting for good. I understood her frustration in some ways, Mom had given up a lot for me to get as far as I was - full ride at Juilliard, on my way to being the Next Big Thing.

She and Meredith, my agent, talked me down - had said I was just getting cold feet and it would pass, but I was insistent. I was so determined to get away that they finally let me under the condition that I would try again in a year. At that point, I probably would've killed a man if it meant leaving, so I agreed and dropped Juilliard on that same promise. One year.

I'd stayed in New York ever since and after 6 months I started taking up odd jobs; if only to please my mother who was going stir crazy back home. Sometimes I helped teach children to play the piano, but helping was all I could do since I didn't exactly have a degree. I even worked in instrument shops, which is where James, my boyfriend was now working. He still played the violin, but not as often, and was now going to NYU. Dating James was my step away from the madness and I loved him for it.

He was close enough to my past, but far enough that I could see myself having a future with him. He knew what had happened, how much it had changed me, and he accepted me.

Now working at the music store half time, I searched for jobs elsewhere; which is how I ended up landing one with the dazzling Noah King.

I was sure Mom twisted herself in knots to get it for me when I sent her the info, so I felt inclined to make her happy. Especially since I had a sneaking suspicion she was going to call me back home after the job. Working with one of the world's biggest movie stars would certainly begin to restore the damage I'd done to my budding career.

It would make coming back, if I could, just that easier.

Noah King was playing a reserved, young pianist in his new film Autumn, so he was to try and learn the basics and then a professional would come in and play the complicated bits. The learning part was where I came in.

I arrived at the private music hall 15 minutes early, so I parked my car and just breathed, trying to calm myself down for what I was about to walk into. Like every other human being on the planet, I'd seen most of Noah's movies but stayed up half the night re-watching them to try and see who I was dealing with. I wanted to know the man behind the mask he put on when performing. Now that I thought about it, finding his interviews online would've put my time to better use.

"Okay," I huffed as I slowly began to steady my heart rate. I had to calm down. It was just Noah King, super model, movie star...and an incredibly hot person. I shook my head, erasing that thought from my head. "You can totally do this."

The first day would mostly consist of introductions and me getting a feel of his abilities. I'm sighing already.

When I tolled into the parking lot I was surprised by how close to empty it was. There were only a few cars, presumably staff. They can't risk being swarmed by screaming fans so I imagined this whole thing was on the down low.

I walk into the building and approached the front desk, twisting a lock of my long blonde hair nervously in my fingers. Something that had become a habit of mine over time. The woman who was situated behind the desk looked as if she was middle aged and had a face that screamed grumpy.

"Um hi," I said nervously as I stood in front of the desk. She doesn't glance up or even acknowledge my presence. After a moment I continue, annoyed, "I'm here to see Noah? Noah King."

Her monotone eyes shifted from the computer screen to me lazily, a small smile appeared on her thin pale lips. "Aren't we all, honey?"

I stiffened at her comment and shifted from one foot to another nervously. "No, I have an appointment. A real one. I'm Evelyn Augustine."

"Oh." The woman frowned realizing that I was actually serious. She looked down at the computer, clicking a few buttons before turning her attention back towards me. "Sorry, I thought you'd be...older. He hasn't arrived yet. You can go wait if you like - its the room down that hall on your left."

"Thank you." I tried not to look as dejected as I felt, walking down the empty corridor. The floors were pristine, I could see my reflection in the tile. It was so clean in the building.

What was to be Noah and I's classroom was surprisingly ordinary. There was a grand piano in the far corner, the walls bare save for one where pictures of famous musicians were posted. There was nowhere else to sit but the wooden piano bench so I shuffled over. I desperately hoped this guy was a decent human being, I didn't know if I could stand that whole bad boy routine for the entirety of our lessons.

Minutes passed and then an entire hour went by without me realizing it, so I sat on my phone playing a game and texting James. He was studying though, so his messages weren't exactly as exciting as I had hoped.

They mostly consisted of a lot of 'love you's' and other small texts. I riveted, sending longer texts in an attempt to get his attention. I hadn't seen him for a few weeks now.

My neck was beginning to cramp up from looking down at my phone. When the door burst open, vanquishing the silence in the air as I jumped, shoving my phone into my pocket.

The boy I'd seen only in movies until then walked in first, his hands were shoved into the pockets of his jean jacket, his team was seconds away but stayed jumbled at the doorway chattering loudly about schedules and planning.

Noah was startlingly good looking. I mean obviously I'd seen him before but in person, it was like wow in your face. He was half Italian, I learned that from his Wiki page which I had looked at when waiting for him to learn more about him. His skin was golden - a perpetually perfect tan with a tumble of cinnamon and chocolate curls he kept running his slim fingers through. His dark brown eyes commanded your attention; turned your glances into stares, your stares into gawking. He was mesmerizing, like all movie stars were, I'm sure.

"Well aren't you a rose," Noah said, delighted as he strode towards me. "I was expecting someone with a little less teeth. And gray hair."

You'd be surprised how many times I got that, the old lady part - not the compliment. The compliment made a blush rise which I fought back remembering my boyfriend who was less than an hour away.

"Thanks, I think," I stood up and wiped my sweaty hands on my plain black skirt, before offering him a handshake. "Evelyn Augustine."