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Post by Bethany Lorna Davis on Sept 5, 2010 16:13:56 GMT -5
  Moving to America had not helped Beth quit her caffeine addiction which is why the girl sat in Starbucks with a large coffee sat in front of her. Beth really missed England but at the same time she did love Newport. Beth was glad she had decided to teach, it was a whole new experience for her but she had loved every minute of it. Psychology was one of those subjects that really seemed to grasp the students interested and she loved answering their questions and feeding their curiosity. Beth remembered how she was when she first started to learn about the way they mind worked and it still fascinated her to this day, and this day that I talked about was a pretty summery one. The sun was out so Beth was dressed in a simple shorts playsuit with a cardigan; she was in a casual mood. Beth knew school was back in session but she still felt fully in the summer season and this therefore explained her attire. Beth missed all her friends back home and as she sat in Starbucks she messaged a few of them. She wanted the girls to come visit again but she had heard that Nadine was busy doing something in Ireland but she was hoping they would come around. She knew that tickets were getting pretty expensive but they had plenty of air miles and they weren’t exactly short on the pocket, all the other girls had all done pretty well for themselves. Beth missed Girls Aloud but she was pretty sure that they had made the right call, if they hadn’t split up they wouldn’t have all found new occupations and new loves, it was as simple as that.
Sure, Kay had stuck to music, as had Nadine but that was because they were both phenomenal at it, Nicola had developed new makeup for girls who felt embarrassed by their pale skin tone and Sarah had finally gone into acting. They all had new lives and it showed them that Girls Aloud was just the beginning of something for all of them, Beth was the only one to really step out of the limelight but she didn’t mind that, she had always been better behind the scenes, she had much preferred co-writing and producing Kay’s album than having to perform her own and promote it, she was never good at album promotion, all those interviews that were exactly the same, Kay was a lot better at that kind of thing. Beth loved the idea of producing but at the moment teaching was easier and she felt she was getting quite good at it; sure, a lot of the time people said she had too much of a ‘friend’ relationship with her pupils but that was just the way Kay and her were, they couldn’t act differently because that would be weird for them. The dean may not approve of their relaxed way of teaching and dealing with the pupils but it worked and Beth’s class had one of the greatest attendance rates as well as homework handed in. Beth did love teaching, there was something almost magical about helping children to achieve what they wanted to achieve. Then of course there was the other side of Beth’s job, the counselling, it was something she had almost been roped into but she actually quite enjoyed it, the pupils opened up to her though it turned out most of them really needn’t be there.
Beth was on her own in Starbucks and weirdly in Newport she was often on her own or with Kay, there didn’t seem to be many people her age in the area and so sadly she was often on her own. She was chatting to Sarah though and telling her how much she missed her party animal friend. Beth picked up her coffee and took a sip, smiling as the warm liquid went slowly down her throat. She put her phone on the table and flipped open her notebook to a clean page. She clicked open her pen and began scribbling notes, song lyrics to songs that didn’t exist. Beth was always writing songs, most of which would never get a tune but at the same time she wrote lots of tunes that would never get lyrics, she just never felt the need to pair them up if she thought they weren’t going anywhere. She really had no reason to write songs but it was something that she couldn’t really prevent herself doing, it was a habit almost. She wrote the words, she had it in her head that it was a pretty happy song but the lyrics seemed to have a hidden sadness to them that Beth hadn’t even meant to infer. That was the way Beth was sometimes, her lyrics had a deeper meaning to the one she had originally intended and in most people’s eyes that was what made them so brilliant, they told two stories at once even though she had done it by accident. Sitting in Starbucks Beth just fancied some company, she liked being on her own sometimes but right now she just fancied a simple chat, was that too much to ask?
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