Miraculum ( 1st Miracle )

Being in band is super fun. We laugh together. We cry together. We help each other. We like each other. We hate each other. Guitar, Bass, Drum, Keyboard, Violin, and Vocal. The beautiful sound comes from our instruments. Do you believe in miracle? I believe it. Because we are. We are the miracle. We called ourself….

- Miraculum -

The Song of Miracle
 

1^st Miracle.

--- Grace Side ---

Grace Chitara. 15 years old. The Goddess of Guitar has won her 7^th award this year. No one can stand against her. That is one of sentence I read in the newspaper. The genius. The Goddess. Everyone admire me of that. My parents too. But to tell you the truth I have no friend because of that. Well I have a lot friend. But that is not a friend what I want. I want a true friend. Not because I’m good at guitar. Not because I’m famous. Not because I’m rich. I hate my friends for that. All of them want to be my friend because I’m famous. That’s all.

One day, I go to my school. Symphonia Academy. Junior Music High school. I got recommendation for my High School. The Principal recommend me to St. Barbara. One of the greatest Music High School in France. Well Maybe in the World. But it is in France. And I in Milan, Italy. Should I take it? I don’t know too. I love playing guitar and music but I don’t know if I can do well in there or not. Maybe I should talk about this with my parents.

After School I ask my mother about it.

“So mom, The principal recommend me to go to St. Barbara High School in France to sharpen my skill. But…I don’t know if I can do well or not.” I asked.

“Hey come on Grace. If you can’t do well no one in the world can then. You are the greatest my dear.” My mom answered.

“Go on Grace. You have our support.” My Dad interrupted.

“Well if you say so… Then I will get everything prepare. Thanks Mom, Dad.” I said.

“Go and be a great musician like our father.” My mom said.

Yeah. My father is great musician in our country. One of the greatest musician in Italy. But His song genre is Classical. And he plays piano. And guess what! I HATE classical music. I always yelled to my dad everytime he played the music. We always got in fight after that. I prefer Pop or Rock music. It’s…. you know….COOL!

Time passed. I got everything ready for my departure. And so the graduation comes. Like always I got near dead mark except for music. And luckily I graduation even my grade aren’t that good. Well not that good but BAD! 

A week after graduation I take my leave to France. For about 3-4 flight then I arrive in France National Airport. And I thing I forget. I CAN’T Speak France! God dammit! How I suppose to do now?! Then somebody comes to me.

“Are you Grace Chitara?” She said.

“I’m… I’m… I’M SORRY! I Can’t speak France!” I shouted aloud.

“Heh? What Are you talking about?” She answered back.

Heh? English? She speaks in English?! Oh thanks God somebody can speak English here.

“Ah sorry-sorry. I just don’t know what to do since I can’t speak France.” I answered.

“Ahaha… That’s okay. So, Are you Grace Chitara?” She asked.

“Eh? Yeah. And you are?” I asked back.

“Noel. Noel Arcsen. I’ll be your homeroom teacher in St. Barbara. And I’ll help you everything” She answered.

“Ah… So you are Miss Arcsen. The Principal told me to meet you.” I said.

“So Chitara, Can we go now?” She asked.

“Ah please just call me Grace. And where are we going now?”

“Oh okay. We are going to your dorm of course. St. Barbara’s Dorm.” She answered back.

“Oh okay.” I said.

We go with a taxi. We are talking about everything. I ask anything about the school, the student and everything. Well I hope this school isn’t as bad as mine before. Then we arrive at a huge school. A Very huge one. I might get lose in here if Miss Arcsen not here. Right after we arrive I see a girl with a long white hair with a blue eyes. Wait what! Her face like me. We are alike. White hair, blue eyes. Just, her hair is long but mine is short. That’s the only our different. I just shock saw her. It’s like see myself in a mirror then I ask Miss Arcsen about her.

“Miss, Who is she? She is exactly like me!” I asked.

“Oh she? Yeah. At first I was really shocked knowing you are really like her. I think you are her family but not. Hahaha.” She answered.

“So? Who is she?” I asked back.

“Angelica Louis.” She answered.