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Life Collides Chapter Eight:

A True Musician

“Are you ready to tell them the good news?” Emily asked, following Harry down the stairs to the kitchen.

Harry turned to look at her, and frowned. “I’ve already told Alan, sorry.” He lied, as Georgia already knew.

“That’s okay – I told Georgia before I even asked you.” Emily grinned.

“Oh, then I guess it’s not much of a surprise now. Alan has probably told Teddy and Georgia to Adam.” Harry foretold, causing Emily to laugh, and then took his arm in hers.

“I cannot wait for the show though; it’s going to be so much fun.” She told him, leaning her head on his shoulder for a moment. But as the entered the kitchen she let go, taking the lead.

Everyone was standing around, talking, plates in their hands. Alan had just gotten in, so he was still setting out all the Chinese food on the table with Georgia’s help. Adam and Teddy were talking loudly about going to England. Harry tried to ignore their conversation, choosing to help Alan with the food while Emily went over to them.

“Since we’re actually going to have time between shows this time, we should see the sights.” Emily suggested.

“Yeah, we should get Harry to show us around London.” Teddy suggested, and looked at Harry.

Forcing a smile Harry shrugged. “I don’t know much about where to go, but I know my way around.” Harry said, trying to remain cool. The truth was he didn’t really know all that much about London, only the Wizarding areas. Of course, he knew enough from the few times he had been there, but that during war time and he paid little attention.

“I have some great news for you guys, Harry is going to open for me!” Emily said excitedly.

Nobody looked surprised, and Harry knew for sure that they had all known. But for Emily’s enjoyment they pretended to be, and started asking Harry about it, and Harry did get the feeling that they were happy about it. Finally sitting down to eat, Harry nodded every now and then to the questions the other asked.

“Did you want me to play that piano part with it?” Georgia asked.

“Yeah, I think it will add to the song, make it a bit more polished.” Harry agreed.

“Listen to this guy, already sounding like a pro.” Teddy joked, hitting Harry on the arm.

Harry laughed, and shrugged. “I just wish I had more then the single song,” Harry admitted.

Georgia shrugged. “If you like, we could do a cover of one of the songs you learned. How about ‘Cow Girl in the Sand’ by Neil Young. You sounded great that one time you sang with the guitar.” She suggested.

“The girls will love it.” Teddy added with a smirk.

Harry laughed. “I guess I can’t go wrong with that.”

“Then it’s decided. We’ll do your song and the Neil Young one.” Georgia summarized, and gave Harry a high five when he nodded.

Harry could hardly breathe as he heard the crowd cheer loudly. Emily’s manager was out there, pumping the crowd, while the stage was being set. Harry’s guitar was out there, sitting on his stand tuned, and ready to go. Georgia keyboard was there as well, ready to go as well. Behind him, Emily was talking excitedly to Georgia about great the show was going to be – she could already tell.

“Please welcome Harry Potter and Georgia Grey!”

It had been said, just like they told him it would be in rehearsal, and as if something had taken over him – or was it Georgia pulling him? – Harry was running out on stage, cheering. The audience clapped loudly, but it was nothing compared to the cheers he remembered from the last show he had done.

Harry grabbed his guitar from the stand, and stepped up to the mike. The crowd was a bit quieter now, light chatter going through the room. “Hi,” Harry spoke into the mike, and a few people laughed. Harry smiled, and glanced back at Georgia to check if she was settled. She sat behind her keyboard, smiling. She nodded at him, and Harry turned back to the crowd. “So as you can tell, I’m from England. I moved here about two years ago, and this song is about is kind of about that. It’s called ‘What Makes A Man’, I hope you enjoy.” Harry said from memory, and to his surprise the crowd clapped loudly.

Looking back at Georgia he counted them in, and they started playing. Harry smiled and looked back at the crowd. They responded well to his song, some moving a little to the guitar, which made him happy. Stepping up to the mike, he quickly glanced at his hands and then started singing.

I can hear my train comin’
It's a lonesome and distant cry
I can hear my train comin’
Now I'm running for my life
What makes a man walk away from his mind?
I think I know
I think I might know

I can feel the wind blowing
It's sending shivers down my spine
I can feel the wind blowing
It shakes the trees and the power lines
What makes a man spend his whole life in disguise?
I think I know, I think I might know

I think I might know, I think I might know, oh

I can see the sun setting
It's casting shadows on the sea
I can see the sun, it's setting
It's getting colder, starting to freeze
What makes a man want to break a heart with ease?
I think I know, I think I might know

I think I might know, I think I might know, oh

Well I can hear my train comin’
Looks like time is not on my side
Well I can hear my train comin’
I'm still running for my life
What makes a man pray, when he's about to die?
I think I know, I think I might know

I think I might know, I think I might know, oh oh

The crowd cheered, yelling random things, and Harry could barely hear himself think. He grinned, bowing a little, and giving a hand to Georgia. He didn’t care he was on stage anymore, he was having fun, and seeing the crowd reacted to his song gave him the will to go on to the next song.

“Thanks guys, you happen to be the first audience who has heard it, so it’s great to get a reaction like that. This next song I will perform is called ‘Cowgirl in the Sand’ by Neil Young.” Before he could continue the crowd clapped madly again, and Harry laughed. “I was told you would like that. Before I start though, I would just like for you guys to give a round to Georgia here, for her help on the last song.” Harry smiled, turning to Georgia who had been trying to sneak off stage quietly. They had decided if he felt comfortable enough she wouldn’t have to play with him on the second song.

Upon hearing this, Georgia froze, and smiled as a spotlight was put on her and the audience clapped. Georgia smiled, and walked over to Harry, letting him kiss her on the cheek and thank him. “Have fun!” she whispered in his ear before leaving the stage. Harry smiled, turning back to the crowd and began tuning his guitar.

“Now for the boring part,” Harry grinned, and some of the people laughed. He was doing just what Adam had advised him – talk about what ever you can think of in that moment. Trying to be creative, Harry tried to make this experience a little more amusing and started making faces when the note was wrong. To his relief, the crowd laughed, and seemed to be really enjoying it all. After a few minutes, Harry finished, and the crowd clapped appreciatively. Than he started to play.

Hello cowgirl in the sand, is this place at your command?
Can I stay here for a while; can I see your sweet, sweet smile
Old enough now to change your name
When so many love you is it the same?
It's the woman in you that makes you want to play this game.

Hello ruby in the dust, has your band begun to rust?
After all the sin we’ve had I was hopin’ that we'd turn back
Old enough now to change your name
When so many love you is it the same?
It's the woman in you that makes you want to play this game.

Hello woman of my dreams
This is not the way it seems
Purple words on a grey background
To be a woman and to be turned down
Old enough now to change your name
When so many love you is it the same
It's the woman in you that makes you want to play this game.

The last chord seemed to resound every where, and every one gave a loud applause. Grinning, happy that everything had gone all right, happy that he could finally call himself a musician, Harry prepared to get off stage. It was his first performance ever, and he honestly could not have wished for a better one. “Thanks you all, for being so kind and not booing me off that stage,” Harry joked as they clapped. Nodding his head as a sign of a bow, he than walked off stage where he meant Georgia and Emily who jumped on him immediately.

“You were freaking brilliant, Harry!” Emily shouted the crowd outside loud now with chatter of the new act.

“Really Harry, it could not have gone any better.” Emily agreed.

“Thanks,” Harry replied, feeling a little embarrassed. Georgia hugged him again.

“Ew, you are so sweaty.” Georgia pulled away looking sour. Harry laughed. He hadn’t noticed, but apparently he had been sweating on stage.

“Well, the spotlight is pretty brought, so we can’t blame you.” Emily laughed, hugging Harry. “I should probably get ready; I’m on in five minutes.” She told them, pulling away and running back stage.

“You were great Harry, really. I know you were nervous about doing it, but if you keep doing shows – something I can make happen – and got even more comfortable in front of a mic maybe you could come on tour with us in Europe.” Georgia looked hopeful at Harry, and he knew she wanted him to agree, to let her have her fun to make him into something more.

Harry wasn’t sure he wanted to do that though. He loved playing the guitar, and singing, and now, he guessed, he loved performing for others and hearing their reaction. But to take it serious enough that he would travel to other countries, he wasn’t sure. Not only that, he would have to go to England. He had planned never to go there again. He had come to Canada to start a new life, and going back their seemed to go against that idea.

“Harry,” Georgia said quietly, and Harry turned his attention to her. He could see that she was a little worried about how quiet he was. “I know that you came here to start new, and I know going back to England wasn’t in your plans, but this is starting new, isn’t it? You are doing something you love, and you’re with people who care for you. You’ve started new, now you need to let go and just let things happen. Harry?” Georgia asked, as Harry turned away from her and started walking to where the backstage area was.

All the excitement and happiness that had filled him moments before seemed to escape him. Georgia had brought up some good points, and maybe it was time that Harry let go of his fears. She was right, what he was doing at that moment was what he loved. Was there any good reason he could come with not to listen to her?

“Harry, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have brought this up, here, and now.” Georgia said, chasing after him.

Harry stopped walking and turned to her. “No, I’m sorry. You’re right, this wasn’t in my plan, but I guess I should just let go of all that. This is good, this is what I wanted. I wanted to start new, and I have. And I think… I think I want to go on tour.” Harry decided.

Georgia shrieked, the passing people around them staring. “This is so great, Harry! Oh my God, I can’t wait to tell every one!” She blustered, hugging Harry again.

“Come on, we should probably find some seats before Emily starts – I don’t want to miss her.” Harry said, pulling away from Georgia.

Nodding, she linked arms with him and led him from back stage to the entrance that led to the stage. Two seats near the back were empty, save for them, and as they took their seats Emily and her band came on stage and everyone cheered loudly. Feeling exhilarated, Harry changed his mind quickly, and stood up clapping loudly. The happiness and excitement had filled him again, this is what he wanted.

A/N: So this chapter isn’t my favourite. To me, it resembles the last one a lot, but has its added twists. I really just wanted to write it mostly because I wanted you to see Harry’s first show. The first song sung by Harry is by City and Colour, and the second one, as I said is by Neil Young. Thanks for reading, please review!

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