Stella was like a blank canvas. So clean and white that she showed all the promise that a white sheet of paper could give to any one of us. Bright sunny yellow and fiery orange; pale, soft, creamy pastels; dark and stormy greys. Anything could happen. But nothing ever did. Stella floated through life, like a blank canvas, being passed from person to person. None of them ever deciding what to do with it.
Stella was a girl who was 17 years old. As she left high school behind and faced the big wide world ahead, she decided that there were 5 things she wanted to experience before deciding that she, Stella Martin, was no longer 'a blank canvas'.
Number 1: Find her first true love.
Number 2: Find out her favourite colour
Number 3: To find out her favourite place.
Number 4: To find the most delicious thing she had ever tasted.
And lastly,
Number 5: To witness something truly amazing.
28th of May 2004: As Stella reached for her violin she tripped over a piece of cleaning cloth that a flute player had left behind. 'flute players..' she muttered as she reached for her violin again and grabbed her books. It was the first day of the music program her parents had enrolled her in for the summer. As a typical girl at university, Stella was ordinary. But at music camps like these, she was legendary. She was the youngest violinist in the orchestra and had already been promoted to first desk by the 2nd practice session. Her fingers danced across the fingerboard faster than any eye could follow and the music she called on could only have come from a higher place. As she took her place at the front of the orchestra, she looked to her left, and there sitting on a chair next to her, was a guy called Peter. 'Hi, My name's Peter.' And just like that, Task Number 1 was complete.
