A/N: Hey guys! So, this is my first fanfic about The Selection series. I just read the whole series in less than a week and seriously I am so in love with those books! I decided to do a Modern AU of the series universe. This is a prologue to put you all in the context of the fanfic. Even though the prologue is write with a external point of view, the rest will probably only be in America's pov. If anything change about that, I will tell you. Again, for those who never read one of my story, my native language isn't English but French. Please be indulgent with me if I make some grammar mistake or anything like that. Anyway, done with this intro. Hope you'll enjoy the story. xx

America Singer was the third child of five. She had grown up in a small town in South Carolina. Her mother was a music teacher and her dad was an English teacher as well as a painter in his spare time. She grew up surrounded by arts. It wasn't a surprise for anyone when she applied for Juilliard for college. The Singers couldn't have been more proud than the moment America got her letter saying she was accepted. And there she was now, living in a small apartment of New York with her best friend, Marlee Tames. Her parents weren't really rich so, to help them, she was working at Marlee's parents little cafe the weekend. She was working as a waitress except for the Saturday night where she sang for the customer on the little stage in the back of the cafe. Her life wasn't perfect, but she couldn't ask for more to be happy.

On his side, Maxon Schreave was a pure New Yorker. He was the lonely child of a business man and a former dancer. He had grown up in wealth inside the richest place of Manhattan. His parents had already draw all his future for him. Never did they ask him what he would have like to do in his life, of course not! He was their only child, the heir of his father company. No way he could even practice his passion that was the photography. Work was all it count for his father. He hated his parents, especially his father, for all of that. That's why as soon as he had finished High School Maxon moved out of his parent's house. He needed a little bit of peace in his home. The problem was still there though; he was the only one who could inherit his father's company.

You could say that this two people have nothing in common and could never meet, but you are totally wrong. The story really began on a cold December night. Maxon needed a coffee and those stupid Starbucks weren't what he needed. He somehow land in the Tames' cafe. Since it was a Saturday night, America was on the little stage singing a sweet ballad. Hearing her voice was the most wonderful thing that could have happen in his life. He sat in the back of the cafe for a couple hour and just listened to her.

Since then, Maxon loved to come here every Saturday night. Not because the food was especially good, but because of her. Everything was so peaceful when he was sitting at this table he always took in the back of the cafe. He could sit there all night listening to her singing. She was like the calm blue sky in the hurricane that was his life. The big problem was that America didn't even knew he existed.