Our Symphonies | satosere

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"the mother of falsities"

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So, imagine this: A guy who refused to follow his loyal childhood friend's instructions agreed to do the same task when a bland girl, me, asked him to do the same.

It indeed was suspicious - but my main goal was to make him say a 'yes', I couldn't care investigating in depths.

And If one wants to know the solid truth: I don't think it was considered a praiseworthy thing for a mere rookie to guide an almost-a-decade old school band. Don't you think so?

Nonetheless, I just unconditionally began gaining information about music, especially piano; watching online recitals from renowned artists and getting to properly know this field. And although it was all for someone's upgrowth - my classic salted boredom was spicing up into something more flavorsome.

But the whole procedure was so rushed it seemed like I was gulping down a bubblegum - and rather than chewing and spitting away, I was just low-key petrified that it'll get stuck in my throat for the rest of my life.

And for stopping that to happen, sticking with proven facts was necessary. Because, although for scientists imagination meant invention - in reality, it's nothing but the mother of falsities.

Weekend was here before I could even consider taking my very first leave this year, and that led to our lousy household's grocery spree.

Lillie and I were currently at the Target store that was an easy five minutes walk away from our apartment building, like just across the street.

Honestly, I would've happily stayed back in my room and finish my Paper Towns re-read, but she was like, it seems like your lazy arse has forever been ingrained on the bed mattress, and that - had crashed onto my dignity like a semi-truck. So, joining her outdoors was technically not a choice - but a command. And I wanted to hit her with a baseball bat for that.

My eyes lingered at the bar of Twix behind the refrigerator longer than I was wanting to, my tastebuds exciting at the sight. And as I heard the cashier meticulously type on his keyboard and Lillie tapping her loafers, I secretly slided the door open - only to be slapped on the back. Frick.

"Serena, you ate muffins for breakfast," Lillie quietly scolded. "Eager for diabetes?"

Heat spread across my cheeks as I took my hand back, frowning at her. "Just one wouldn't hurt anything."

"Still no." She declared before turning back to the counter, and I dejectedly made a pout, waving adios to my only first-sight love. You shall be missed.