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Sky Lupine – 20
- Mila De Wit
Likes: Rock music, leather, sleeping, playing instruments, junk food, 80's movies.
Dislikes: Growing up, girly dresses, olives, crowded places, close-minded people, spelling errors.
Style: Edgy - think lots of leather, studs and black pieces.
Theme Song: Bad Reputation - Joan Jett.
- Sky is definitely not one of the locals around here. Her father, after a rough divorce, decided that it was best to start over with his life in a different state. In need of a new atmosphere, Sky decided to follow her father instead of going to college like she had originally planned to. They packed up their bags and moved to San Francisco, where her father finally came out of the closet after so long and met the love of his life. She welcomed her new step-father into her life gladly, since he was like a breath of fresh air after spending her entire life with a mother that she strongly disliked. He encouraged Sky to pursue her love of music by taking her to his favorite music stores, introducing her to his favorite bands and teaching her how to play some new instruments. He soon became one of her best friends and seeing how close they were, her father decided that he was the man he needed to marry. After they got married, her step-father suggested that they should move to his hometown: Santa Cruz. They agreed and that's how Sky ended up in an entirely different city once again. She spends most of her time at the music shop, either playing the drums or the guitar. She knows she can't spend the rest of her time stuck in that place by day and going to concerts and gigs by night, but thinking about the future and growing up is not something she likes to focus on. She prefers listening to rock music with a drink in hand instead of sitting in an office pursuing a job she isn't interested in.
Relationship Status: Single, she tends to be very picky when it comes to men.
TOP THREE MODELS.
- Mila De Wit.
- Alejandra Alonso.
- Anna Christine Speckhart.
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“Have you thought about going to the beach one of these days instead of going to that music store you always go to?”
I already knew my father was going to say that before I even started heading towards the kitchen, where he usually sat every morning drinking a hot cup of tea. He had been telling me that ever since I discovered The Starving Musician, the local music shop. I thought the name was hilarious, since it probably described me in a few years. The inside was even better. As cheesy as it sounds, it felt like home.
“Let her do whatever she wants. She'll probably get tired of that place soon,” said Quentin, my new step-father. I knew what he was saying was true.
I kind of have the tendency of obsessing over something, then completely forgetting about it after a few weeks. But music had slowly turned into my everything and I knew that it wouldn't be something that I would get tired of.
“Dad, I'm twenty. You don't have to tell me what to do,” I said, preparing myself a cup of coffee to get through the day.
“I feel like we have the same conversation every day,” he said, taking a sip of his tea.
“Because you can't stop pestering me about going to the beach, or meeting new people or checking out the local college,” I said, rolling my eyes as I added a spoonful of sugar to my favorite mug.
“I'm just worried about your future,” he said honestly and I turned around to look at him, raising an eyebrow.
“Dad!”
Talking about my future was basically forbidden. He knew that I was indecisive and that I didn't like it when he pushed me into doing things I didn't want, like going to college - but he was my father, after all. He had the right to worry about things like that, I guess. Even I was worried about that, but I pretended I had everything planned out. I started stirring the little spoon, distracting myself until my father spoke up again. I hated when things got tense, it made me think about my mother and how all of our conversations ended up like this. I'm glad that woman is out of my life and that me and my father pretend she never existed.
It seemed like this family did a lot of pretending.
Quentin cleared his throat and both of us looked at him, as if waiting for him to say something. I knew that he wasn't a big fan of silence while my father and I welcomed it. I liked being quiet instead of speaking up and saying something I could regret later.
“I'm sorry. I get it, you're worried that your daughter will end up on the streets with nothing to eat,” I finally said, eliciting a laugh from him.
“I know you have what it takes to make it in whatever field you're planning on working on, but sometimes I feel like you haven't really gotten a taste of what adulthood feels like,” he said, taking a deep breath. I bet he thought I was going to snap.
He was right, though, and I couldn't deny it. “I know.”
Quentin looked relieved now and my father a lot less worried. Once he had finished his tea, he stood up to give me a kiss on the top of my head and a warm hug. “Don't forget dinner tonight,” he reminded me, picking up his briefcase and heading out the front door, not before giving Quentin a light peck on the lips. It was nice to see my dad so in love after a failed, loveless marriage.
“You're going to that music shop, aren't you?” Quentin asked me as I took a sip from my now-cold coffee once my dad left.
I chuckled, dumping the contents of my mug on the sink. “I swear you know me better than my dad.”
“The thing is, I see a lot of myself in you. That whole I-don't-care-about-my-future act you have going on, I know that,” he said, wiggling his index finger in my direction.
I grabbed my bag, not wanting to have the conversation about my stupid future again. “Can you tell him to stop worrying about me? Please?”
My step-father nodded, enveloping in a warm hug just like the one my father gave me. “Open up your hand.” I did as he told me and closed my eyes, waiting for the surprise I knew was coming. “Go buy that guitar you wanted,” he whispered, slipping a lot of cash in my hand.
My eyes widened as I looked at the money I now had in my hands. More than enough to buy that lovely guitar that's been collecting dust at the shop. “Thank you!” I exclaimed, stuffing the money inside my bag. “Is this your way of keeping me away from that place?” I asked suspiciously, even though my happiness was so extreme I could barely formulate a coherent sentence.
“Maybe.”
I hugged him once again, running out the door and jumping inside my small car. I backed out of my parking spot, immediately heading towards The Starving Musician and purchasing the beautiful guitar that I had been longing for for quite some time.
I may not be completely sure about what I want from my future, but I know that music must be involved in some way because I finally found something that I could never get tired of.
