Chapter 2

Ava sat at her dressing table, trying to decide which way to wear her hair. She had beautiful hair; dirty blonde hair that fell just below her shoulders in ringlets. She sighed, if she was having this much trouble today, what would she do on her wedding day? She decided to just leave it be. There was a quite knock on her door, it was Sophia. 'Your mother is here with guest" she told her whilst making the bed. 'A guest?' Ava asked, she thought all the guests were coming tomorrow. She ran out of the room and down to her mother and the guest.

Her mother, Amelia and the guest were out in the courtyard. Ava stood at the top of the stairs and studied the guest, she had never seen him before. He had dirty blonde hair, he was tanned, from the t-shirt he was wearing he looked muscular. Ava skipped down the steps and over to her mother. 'Hi mom...who's this?' she asked looking the man up and down. He smiled, 'Ava, this is Jon, Jon this is my beutiful daughter Ava,' Ava rolled her eyes at this, everyone always called her beautiful. She always wished she could meet her father to see who she looks like, because it certianly was not her mother. Her mother was beautiul but Ava didn't look a bit like her. Amelia had long brown wavy hair, chocolate brown eyes and full lips, whereas Ava had dirty blonde curly hair, baby blue eyes, full lips; which were very diffrent to her mothers and deffineatly a diffrent smile. The only thing Ava had inherited from her mother was her curly hair, she thought.

The three sat and chatted for an hour. 'So what do you do for a living?' Ava finally asked, 'I'm a singer in a band called Bon Jovi' he told her, Ava became very intersted when she heard he was a singer, she also was a singer. 'You know, Ava is a very good singer...deffineatly didn't get that from me' Amelia joked, Jon laughed. 'Give us a song then' Jon asked, he loved listening to other people sing,'I can't...I need some music' she told him honestly. Jon spotted a piano through a small window. Jon stood up and went inside to it, Amelia and Ava followed. 'What song do you want to sing?' Jon asked doing a scale. 'I don't want to make a fool of myself...' Ava said trying around to go out. But her mother stopped her, 'okay...okay, Thank You For The Music by Abba' She told him. A favorite of Jons to play, it was so happy and easy. Jon started to play.

'Im nothing special, in fact Im a bit of a bore
If I tell a joke, youve probably heard it before
But I have a talent, a wonderful thing
cause everyone listens when I start to sing
Im so grateful and proud
All I want is to sing it out loud
So I sayThank you for the music, the songs Im singing
Thanks for all the joy theyre bringingWho can live without it, I ask in all honesty
What would life be?Without a song or a dance what are we?
So I say thank you for the musicFor giving it to me
Mother says I was a dancer before I could walk
She says I began to sing long before I could talk
And Ive often wondered, how did it all start?
Who found out that nothing can capture a heart
Like a melody can?
Well, whoever it was, Im a fan
So I say
Thank you for the music, the songs Im singing
Thanks for all the joy theyre bringing
Who can live without it, I ask in all honesty
What would life be?
Without a song or a dance what are we?
So I say thank you for the music
For giving it to meIve been so lucky, I am the girl with golden hair
I wanna sing it out to everybody
What a joy, what a life, what a chance!
So I say
Thank you for the music, the songs Im singing
Thanks for all the joy theyre bringing
Who can live without it, I ask in all honesty
What would life be?
Without a song or a dance what are we?
So I say thank you for the musicFor giving it to me.'

Her voice was perfect, she could hit every high note and she could sing every low note. It reminded him alot of his own daughter's voice. 'Brava' Jon stood up and clapped.