Somebody's Daughter

Melissa nodded and as nervous as she was about performing in front of him; she certainly couldn't do it in the main part of the music room where anyone could walk in and hear her. "I need my guitar." Her guitar was the practice room she had been in; she had brought it with her not knowing if she would use it. "You know practice room one is open and no one is signed up for it. It's a little bigger than the room I was in, lets go in there." And then no door problems either but and while he might have guessed that was part of the reason; she wasn't going to say that out loud.

Her phone vibrated and she quickly took a look.

*I won't be at dinner. I'll talk to you later.* The text from Doug read.

She thought back to lunch with him and she had tried to convince herself that the way he acted was just him looking out for her or trying to, what had he been doing. Maybe, things weren't going as good as she thought and suddenly her stomach fell a little. That was why she was so concerned things were going to go wrong; they already were, she just hadn't seen it. She took a breath and went to the first practice room she had been in to get her guitar.

Once she got her guitar, the girl headed to Practice Room one, sat down, and after a few cords were played to make sure the guitar was in tune she started playing her song

I drive home the same way
Two left turns off the interstate
And she's always standing
At the stoplight on 18th Street
She could be a Sarah
She could be an Emily
An Olivia, maybe Cassidy
With the shaky hands
On the cardboard sign
And she's lookin' at me

Bet she was somebody's best friend laughing
Back when she was somebody's sister
Countin' change at the lemonade stand
Probably somebody's high school first kiss
Dancin' in a gym where the kids all talk about someday plans
Now this light'll turn green and I'll hand her a couple dollars
And I'll wonder if she got lost or they forgot her
She's somebody's daughter
Somebody's daughter
Somebody's daughter

Did she give up wondering where the cars all go?
And can she even tell that I don't know what to say?
So I just nod my head and wave
Well, no one's gonna ask what she wants to be
Or why we're both stuck here at the mercy of geography
And whether it shines or rains

Bet she was somebody's best friend laughing
Back when she was somebody's sister
Countin' change at the lemonade stand
Probably somebody's high school first kiss
Dancin' in a gym where the kids all talk about someday plans
Now this light'll turn green and I'll hand her a couple dollars
Oh, and I'll wonder how she felt when no one caught her
She's somebody's daughter
Somebody's daughter
Somebody's daughter
Somebody's daughter

Oh, I don't know the reasons why
I'm the one who's driving by
And she's the one on the corner of 18th Street

Bet she was somebody's best friend
Back when she was somebody's sister
Bet she was somebody's first kiss
Oh, Dancing in a gym where the kids all talk about someday, someday
Now this light'll turn green and I'll hand her a couple dollars
Oh, and I'll wonder if she got lost or they forgot her
She's somebody's daughter
She's somebody's daughter

It was a song that she had written after a particularly bad time in her life; last year. When she had done what had caused her parents to decide to send her here. It was personal so when she sang; it sounded personal.

When she was done she turned to him. "Well, what did you think?"

Wanting his honest opinion but at the same time nervous about what he was about to say.