TWENTY SIX.

24. Xenail Is To Blame

My car stopped exactly infront of the auditorium building. The driver looked at me, I turned my head towards him when I realised we are finally here.

"ma'am, you enter than I will join you to" he says and I nod.

"don't make it late." I said and got out of the car when the guard  standing there opened the door.

The maneger was here to visit me. I nod as they all bow to me as a greating.

"The show is going to start in 2 minutes. If you want, I can ask him to wait." he says.

She looks at him "No, an artist never waits for his admirers, its the admirers who have to be on time." as I said, he nodded.

"also, as always. No one is supposed to know" I said and he frantically nods. Well I am paying him quite a lot for keeping his mouth shut.

I walked my way inside the auditorium. Well now let me introduce myself.

I am byun y/n, 23 years old. I have my own business. Its quite successful considering I live a comfortable life.

I have a daughter of 6 years. I know she is too old for me. I got pregnant when I was 17. My boyfriend left me immediately. He didn't want a 'stain' in his career. I was pointed at by almost everyone.

My dad never blamed for it, instead he supported me and helped me become someone successful just like him.

My mother was extremely supportive as well. I have an older brother who assists dad in his business.

I own a bakery chain. A huge one, while my dad owns a restaurant chain.

This auditorium is inside an art school which is owned by my mom. She is an artist, a ballerina. A lot of art forms are taught here. Many artist perform here.

But my most favorite one is the piano recital every week.

There is this guy, he plays piano fabulously. As much as I know, he is a piano teacher, and plays piano here on Fridays.

Unlike other artist with top notch social background and fame. He has nothing but his skills, so he rarely gets attention.

His recital does not media coverage, nor does anyone comes to see it.

It is just me who buys every seat for his every performance. This is how I make sure, he stays as a performer and is not kicked out.

My driver knows, my dad but my mom she doesn't that includes my brother too who is her snitch and ofcourse my daughter isn't bothered with what I do.

As I enter the auditorium. The students who were walking to and fro their greet me with smiles.

It's 12.30, their lunch break must have just finished. My hana must be going back to her class after eating as well.

I smiled thinking about my daughter.

I make my way to the performance Hall at the end of this auditorium building.

Well I must say a secret. He doesn't know that I am the only audience he has, he totally doesn't know I am the only listener he has.

And I don't wish to change that. He should never know that. I know how it feels when no one wants to listen to you.

I enter the performance hall, waking towards the front row. I sat on the closest seat to the stage.

There was a grand piano placed there.

Oh yeah, you may ask how does he not that I am his only audience.

Well, he is blind.

That's also the reason why I don't want him to lose his job, the reason why he also teaches piano. The reason also he works so hard and I really don't want any set backs in his life.