Ethan Phillips

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Chapter 11

Nina Clark POV


The day I got Emily out of the house, was already six years ago. I can barely believe it. The first week after I took her in, she already showed progress. I kept her from school for about two weeks, e-mailing her teachers about her home-situation. As they are all doctors, and they saw the changes in Emily they were grateful that someone took the necessarily steps, to get her out of that house.

They all knew, but couldn't do anything about it. Her mom was to weak to go against her husband. But boy that has been long gone. Uncle Killian is fucking scared of his wife. She's a freaking momma bear....

After about two months I allowed him to come by. The tears came into his eyes as he threw his arms around her. He never asked her about her schoolwork or career. He just asked, " How are you?" I was proud of him, but Emily was stunned. She answered with the simple, 'I'm doing good in school, my grades are great.' But he shook his head and asked, 'How are you?' To say that Emily didn't know what to say, was an understatement. She just really didn't know what to say. So, she came clean and told him everything.

Music, the therapy and me. It saved her.

Now, Emily is doing great. She's healthy and when her dad is being a dick she threatens with me. That shuts him up.


I wish it was that easy, the whole walk down memory lane. But right now, I was in the present. I was fucking standing in my old high school gym behind these shields where nobody can see me.

Was I nervous? Yes, I am. It’s been a while since I’ve preformed, and I never did it here. None of my high school teachers know that I’m NINA, the famous singer, who never shows her face in the media. I’m active on social media as NINA, but no-one knows who the identity is of this NINA. In those six years of 'fame' no-one ever found out, just like I wanted.

Today, I’ll reveal myself to this crowd. It’s the perfect place, but it’s also not some stunt to make me known. No, it’s just I promised some people something. And I always uphold my promises.

When I do perform, or when I did. I always wore so much make-up that they didn’t recognize me, as well did they have to sign an NDA. It might be a bit harsh, but I have people I love that I need to protect. But my fans are aware of the fact that I don't perform that much.

The principal comes onto the stage that they made in the gym, ‘Hi everyone. Today we have a surprise for you all. As you know, you had to sign an NDA this is purely for privacy reasons. It doesn’t mean you can’t talk to your friends about today, or your family. It just means, you can’t reveal the identity of this person, she’s pretty keen on her privacy as she has people to protect.’

The students are grumbling and whispering, asking if anybody knows who will be here and why that NDA was so important. Well though luck kids, it’s needed.

‘I know everybody is pretty excited and I have to say I’m very proud I got her here.’ I roll my eyes, you just asked….

‘Without further ado, here she is NINA!’ The crowd goes completely wild looking with crazy faces to each other.‘No way, she’s the biggest superstar!’ They shout. I didn’t wear much make-up, today I came as myself.

I walk out, and into the crowd as everybody goes silent. I walk towards Mr. Taylor and give him a hug. ‘Gosh, Nina I’m so proud of you.’ He gushes. ‘Thanks, Mr. Taylor. Is everything in order?’ I ask him. He gives me a nod.

I turn around to the crowd, they gasp as they see me. ‘Not what you expected?’ I ask them. Some of them actually shake their heads. ‘Well, I’m sorry for that. But I am who I am, nothing can change that.’

The room fills with laughter not expecting what I said. I close my eyes and sigh.

‘Hi everyone, I know a lot of you wonder why now. Why am I showing my face now, and why in a high school gym for crying out loud, Am I right?’ ‘Yeah.’ I hear in the crowd.

‘Well, the reason is simple, nobody knows anything about me. But this right here, is my old high school.’ I tell them pointing down to the stage. ‘No way!’ I hear the screams and gasps in the crowd, going completely nuts.

‘Yes, way. I was a student off this school, just like you guys. I was the quiet kid, with one best friend and one big dream. I was a big fat nobody, and I loved it.’ I tell them laughing at the description of myself. Some of them are giggling while others, roll their eyes.

‘Proof it!’ Somebody screams, ‘I’ll do just that. I had Miss Dumfort as my math teacher, it’s rumored that she slept with 4 guys of the senior class. And I know she went to prison for harassment, including for harassing Mr. Phillips or how we got to call him Ethan. He was my homeroom teacher. But if you don’t believe that, Mr. Taylor?’ Their eyes widen as Mr. Taylor shows a little slideshow of me during my high school years, in this very school.

‘Proven enough?’ 'I can't believe it.' They grumble. But I guess they'll only believe me when I start singing.

‘Let’s sing, shall we?’

‘This is the song that I sang and is the reason my label signed me. I was heartbroken at the time. It’s a cover of a song by Little Mix, for you guys this is an oldie. For me, this was my whole world. A song about a secret love.’I searched the crowd for Ethan. My eyes found his and he gives me a tight smile.

I walk towards the piano that some of the kids placed on the stage while I was talking to the others and sit on the little bench. I throw him a little kiss as I start singing “Secret Love Song.”

‘It’s a hard song for me to sing, so take it easy on me.’ I plead with them. I always try to let them feel what I'm feeling, but that means being one with the song and feeling everything you ever felt at the time.

We keep behind closed doors
Every time I see you, I die a little more
Stolen moments that we steal as the curtain falls
It’ll never be enough
As you drive me to my house
I can’t stop these silent tears from rolling down
You and I both have to hide
On the outside where I can’t be yours and you
Can’t be mine
But I know this
We got a love that is homeless

Why can’t I hold you in the street?
Why can’t I kiss you on the dance floor?
I wish that it could be like that
Why can’t it be like that?
’Cause I’m yours
Why can’t I say that I’m in love?
I wanna shout it from the rooftops
I wish that it could be like that
Why can’t it be like that?
’Cause I’m yours

It’s obvious you’re meant for me
Every piece of you, it just fits perfectly
Every second, every thought, I’m in so deep
But I’ll never show it on my face
But we know this, we got a love that is homeless


Why can’t you hold me in the street?
Why can’t I kiss you on the dance floor?
I wish that it could be like that
Why can’t we be like that?
’Cause I’m yours
Why can’t I say that I’m in love?
I wanna shout it from the rooftops
I wish that it could be like that
Why can’t we be like that?
’Cause I’m yours

I don’t wanna live love this way
I don’t wanna hide us away
I wonder if it ever will change
I’m living for that day
Someday
When you hold me in the street
And you kiss me on the dance floor
I wish that we could be like that
Why can’t we be like that
’Cause I’m yours, I’m yours

Oh, why can’t you hold me in the street?
Why can’t I kiss you on the dance floor?
I wish that it could be like that
Why can’t it be like that?
’Cause I’m yours
Why can’t I say that I’m in love?
I wanna shout it from the rooftops
I wish that it could be like that
Why can’t we be like that?
’Cause I’m yours
Why can’t we be like that
Wish we could be like that

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