Spitting petals |Discontinued|

[Chapter Two]

the 5 PM bell rang as we all packed our things and began cleaning the school grounds, I teamed up with the two newfound friends of mine of course since they're the only ones I met, I was holding the mop, and Clay was not too far from me wiping the windows off of dust.

the sky burned in an orange color as the sun starts to descend over the horizon, Clay covered his face with his hand as he looks at the setting sun, "you l-love sunsets huh?" he glanced at me with a wide smile over his face, "Well who doesn't" I shrugged

"Prolly someone y-you wouldn't wanna meet" I chuckled he tossed the towel over my face

"come on dud! Let's go home before it gets dark" I placed the cleaning tools back in the closets and looked around the orange-tinted hallways, they were empty except for two silhouettes on the other side of the building "G-guys!" I shouted over to them but they didn't seem to hear me 

I walked up to them, then I heard a pair of footsteps coming from behind me, "Nicholas. Murray?"

I turned my head as I heard my last name being spoken out "yes?" I stopped walking and turned to look at the person looking for me.

"Your father has called for you." the man in a black suit walked towards me "f-for what?"

he looked at me with disdain as if he's looking at the most disappointing thing he has ever seen in his life "Nicholas... I've been working for your family as a music teacher for almost 16 years now... and I have never seen any improvement on you... and you dare ask me of such a question? just come with me will you now..."

I felt like something was tightening around me, the air was heavy, my eyes feel heavy, the world felt like it was losing colors and when I looked around everything looked like it was just a daze "Y-yes sir" I replied to his demand

He started walking back down the hallway and I felt like I forgot why I even came back, then I felt something grabbed my shoulder.

then I heard the familiar Voice "He might not be the best in your eyes, but he's doing his best to reach where he is now!" It was Clay

"I know this is your family's affair but I think this kind of maltreatment reflects on how all of you treat this guy." George also added to Clay's statement.

the burning orange skies started to dim as the sun sets over the horizon.

"You're right... children like you have no business with my family's affairs..." He grabbed my wrist and began dragging me away, I looked at them as if I'm asking for help.

"w-what about my violin at t-the classroom?" He looked at me with dead sharp eyes and sighed "I already took the instrument" "not like you can play it well enough anyway" He followed up under his breath 

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I sat in the backseat of the car since I don't want to have another conversation with this guy, Professor Dylans, a renowned musician that has swept many awards during his days as a musician, but when he started teaching he didn't stop shining and earned even more awards as an instructor at a music university.

I stayed looking down at the gray carpets of the car as he went in, the violin was sitting beside me and the car's engine roared as he pressed the start button

the orange sky today feels, beautiful to look at, unlike the past skies, this one was different.

I felt like this Life of torment is about to end. I had a small smile on my face as I gazed outside, seeing the people pass by and the children playing while holding their toys and such.

we pulled up in front of my house, the view of it was as colorful as I see it when I was still a child, but the moment I saw the inside through the window It felt like everything was beginning to be drained off of colors.

he walked out of the car and waited for me to come out, I walked out with the violin's case in my hand, I saw other people through the window wearing formal attires, "they look important?"

"because they are important" He opened the door and bowed before entering, I did the same and tagged along behind him.

"Nicholas, these are the sponsors that will fund you so that you can compete overseas. be grateful to them" He said demandingly, I bowed and looked at them with a  smile on my face "t-thanks for being my s-sponsors!"

the woman in pink that looks like she's in her late 20's smiled at me, the other two looked like bodyguards

"well, before we agree upon anything. I would like to hear this little talent first hand"

I nodded and grabbed my instrument off of the bag and tuned my instrument to the perfect pitch, the observers were looking at me while my family was preparing their most ridiculous insults

I want this one to reach them, I want this piece to reach them. "I'm gonna play... the Mystery Sonata"

I placed the bow onto the strings of my instruments and every signal on my hand was delivered to the bow flowed perfectly

I closed my eyes as my fingers know every note perfectly, every note and rests are there and the flow of my tunes remained flawless.

the music was piercing, it felt like it was piercing the soul of the listener it felt like a cry of help, a child's cry of help.

the climax of the song is building up, a painting of a snow-covered wasteland was pictured in their heads while a child was crying for help, a child who has been left there by his own.

I stopped playing midway again, I felt like I was never good enough, If only I could say I'll finish this later, I could've done so.

I looked at the sponsor, her eyes were tearing up, my eyes lit up thinking that my music could've reached my family, I turned my look at them but instead of pride in their eyes, all I can see was malicious intent.

"ms. Lawrenz My son's playing was mediocre at best, but please do listen to my daughter's performance"

the sponsor wiped the tear on her eyes "Oh that was... not mediocre, that was beyond a professional" she said with her eyes wide

My mother waved it off "please do listen to my daughter first, after all, she's a child with a bright future after all..."

I felt all the energy in my body got drained as she grasped on her violin, I felt like all opportunities that have opened slammed close shut in front of me.

"I'm hopeless," I said under my breath with a wry smile on my face.

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