July 4, 1934
Brooklyn, NY
Tw: Racism
"𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 '𝐴' 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑛,"
I sang as notes from the piano I was playing filled the room with a familiar tune. My hands were going from key to key, I played the piano just as my aunt showed me. A short, scrawny, blonde-haired boy stood to the left of me in pure delight. He was dressed in his best clothing as it was a special occasion today.
To the right of me, a brown-haired, taller, and charming boy stood also watching in awe as I played the piano. The two boys both slowly swayed their bodies to the song.
"𝑇𝑜 𝑔𝑜 𝑡𝑜 𝑆𝑢𝑔𝑎𝑟 𝐻𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑤𝑎𝑦 𝑢𝑝 𝑖𝑛 𝐻𝑎𝑟𝑙𝑒𝑚,"
Behind all three of us sat the blonde-haired boy's mother in an old armchair, Sarah Rogers. A widow who had taken me and the brown-haired boy in and treated us like we were her children—matter of fact, she considered all of us to be her kids. Sarah was also swaying to the music with a smile on her face.
"𝐴𝑙𝑙 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑎𝑟𝑑, 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 '𝐴' 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑛,"
"𝑆𝑜𝑜𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒 𝑜𝑛 𝑆𝑢𝑔𝑎𝑟 𝐻𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑖𝑛 𝐻𝑎𝑟𝑙𝑒𝑚."
I finished up the song with me also having a big smile on my face. I turned to the blonde-haired boy.
"Happy sixteenth birthday Steve!" I exclaimed
"Thank you, Christina." Steve hugged me.
"That was amazing Christina. You've got real musical talent and if anyone disagrees, something must be wrong with their ears." Sarah stood up from her chair, an even bigger smile spread across her face at the sight of seeing her son happy.
"Looks like we got a little pianist on our hands here. You gotta play that song for us again doll." The brown-haired boy said.
"Of course I will Buck, I'll need all the practice I can get if I'm ever going to perform at the Apollo."
"Still chasing that dream I see?"
"Well, you know me. I'm just as stubborn as Steve."
"Hey! I'm not that bad." I, Bucky, and Sarah stared at Steve for a moment.
"Okay maybe—just maybe, I am a little stubborn." We all let out a little chuckle.
"Thank you for letting me use your piano, Sarah."
"It's no trouble at all, it needed to be put to good use any-" Sarah started to cough violently. The atmosphere of joy and celebration quickly turned cold as we all surrounded Sarah.
"Mom! Sit down, I-I'll get you some water." My heart ached for Steve and Sarah and I could tell Bucky felt it too. No one should have to go through this yet, Steve Rogers, my friend, has to watch a woman who had became like a mother to me suffer every day. Even on his birthday, there wasn't time to rest.
"I'll go get it, be back in a second." Bucky as he hurriedly went into the kitchen. Steve and I sat Sarah back down on the armchair.
Our friendship was always like this, there would be a good moment and then something would try and ruin it. We managed though, ever since we were little kids who met at a playground, and now, we're older and we're supposed to be wiser or, at least more rational which didn't work out for us.
Sarah sat back in the old armchair, she rested her arm along the arm of the chair, immediately kissing in pain while holding her forearm.
Steve, already on edge asked, "What? What is it? Does something else hurt-"
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