Every weekend, same routine. Harley wipes his eyes and throws off the Aladdin duvet that has been keeping him warm throughout the night. At the side of his bed sits a pair of buzz lightyear slippers and hanging on the back of the door was his favourite item of clothing in the morning, his trusty blue dressing gown. Now that the morning uniform is complete, it is time to open the bedroom door.
Harley has learned that there is a certain way to open this door when it’s early like this and everyone else is still asleep. The secret is to slowly pull down the metal handle as far as he can and then step to the side to avoid being hit. Now comes the most important part of the whole procedure. When Harley is in prime position, he pulls the door open as fast as he can. In doing so, the door doesn’t get a chance to scream and wake everybody up.
Now that the door is open, Harley makes his way to the lounge. His favourite spot to sit is right next to the fire that his Dad briefly got up early for and created from the pile of wood, kindling, a stack of newspaper and a big box of matches that all sit beside the fireplace. This is Harley’s favourite spot for three reasons. Reason one being, that it was obviously the toastiest spot in the lounge with the fire acting as an invisible blanket. Reason two is because Harley had been told by his Dad that if he looked at the fire he could see tiny dragons flying in and around the flames. Of course, these dragons were just sparks, but that did not matter to Harley. In his mind, they were real and mysterious. Harley could stare at these dragons until his eyes melted into a puddle on the carpet below. That brings us to the final reason. Reason three was the simple fact that it was in premium view of the TV, so he could feel like he was immersed in their world and stand side by side with his heroes.
Harley was only ever alone in the morning for a couple of hours at most before his Dad would come and make some breakfast for them both. Now that his Dad is up, Harley is excited because that means he doesn’t have to keep quiet anymore.
Cartoons and fires are great but music was the one thing Harley loves the most. His Dad gave him a little blue and grey stereo to keep in his room so he could listen to his favourite CDs or the radio. As soon as Harley finished his peanut butter toast, he raced to his room and turned on the stereo. Whatever was playing on the radio, Harley sang to. Trying to harmonize with the artist as much as he could. Harley would stay there for hours, listening and singing. Every chance he gets to show off his voice, he takes. His Nana and Grandad would come over to visit and in a matter of minutes, a table chair would be dragged over to the middle of the lounge where Harley would pretend it is a stage and sing a few songs for his audience of three. This was a common occurrence in Harleys household for a number of years. It became obvious that singing was a path Harley wanted to walk down.
After a while, the slippers remained in the wardrobe along with the blue dressing gown. Harley has decided he has too many cool points to be caught with those kinds of childish things. The end of Primary School was coming up and Harley saw a chance to prove his skills with his voice. He had been singing for a number of years now, in front of no more than a handful of people. The audience at the final assembly will be almost 500 people. A month has gone by and it is the day of the final assembly. Harley waits patiently in the crowd, getting more and more nervous. All of a sudden it is time to shine. Harley nervously walks up on stage, gets handed the microphone and the music starts. In almost a flash it is all over and the crowd claps, Harley takes a bow. He stands on the stage for a moment thinking about all those times he had performed on that same dining room chair, in the middle of the lounge. Feeling so proud of himself he walks off back to his seat with a massive grin on his face. “Wow, that was so good Harley!” said a parent as Harley walked past. This made Harley think he was on to something here.
The next year Harleys Dad decided to take Harleys singing to the next level and book him into a singing class. As soon as Harley heard this, that is all he was thinking about. The time had come and it was the first day of singing classes, Harley was extremely excited and nervous. But remembered back to the final assembly and soon regathered his confidence. “Are you ready?” asked Harleys Dad. “YES!!” replies Harley and in they walk. There are about 30 kids in the room, all around the same age as Harley. They all sit down on a chair in a circle and the teacher begins to speak. “Hello, kids, nice to see you all here. Now the first thing I want you to do is to get on all fours in front of your chair and pretend to be a cat.” Harley is completely taken off guard and gets very embarrassed. This was not what he was expecting at all. Harleys face bright red, turns slowly to his Dad with an extremely angry expression and mouths “GET ME OUT OF HERE NOW!” Harleys Dad stood up, took Harley’s hand and walked out of the class and back to the car.
Harley not having said a word until he got back into the car, looks at his Dad and asks “ Dad, please don’t tell anyone about this!” his Dad looks at him slightly laughing and replies “Ok boy, just between us.” Harley lets out a sigh of relief and turns up the volume on the radio.