What's happened to us... | A The Music Freaks Backstory AU

Life goes on...

It feels sort of wrong to have ended thing on a lower note...

But we have to keep going with the story.

Now, I know the whole 'music club' thing hasn't even been mentioned just yet...but I'm getting there,  it was important to set down that the whole "music passion" thing has been in my blood my entire life...

But now, I think this is a good time to skip in time, and talk  briefly about situation that went on a while before I started middle school...

It was a day in which my dad came from work a lot later than he usually did, and I was being salty about it (mostly because I had to make dinner for myself, and my dad's cooking is waaay better than mine)

I said hi and hesitated to ask him why he arrived so late. 

I was afraid it was something he would'nt want me to worry about, and i worried that he would worry about me if i did.

But thankfully, he wasn't mad, and he explained to me that there had been a problem with one of his students that he had to deal with, but he didn't give me many details...

Something about that was for sure, though.

Something big had happened, and he didn't want to tell me.

At first I brushed it off, but I started getting suspicious when he started arriving late more often. This went on for a few weeks, and so I went on and asked him for more details in the most inoccent way I could. That's when the truth actually started to unravel! 

This what i remember from what he said:

"Well, if you are that interested, then.... let me explain what happened..." we sat down at the living room. "So, as you know, I'm a teacher, and of course, I have students. Well,  there's this specific student of mine, and, NotToBeBiasedOrAnything, but he's like my star student... he's extremely nice, and we generally have a good friendship, right?" He spoke in an unsure manner, like he wasn't convinced that he should tell me all this.

"...But well, the problem is that for the past week or so, he has seemed really, really quiet, when he's normally, like, really excited and happy...? It seemed really odd to me, so.... one day, I decided to try and ask him if he was okay... and let's just say he wasn't, or well, isn't okay.... he... he found himself talking to me for a long while, and confessing things he hadn't dared tell anyone about..." A concerned expression appeared on his face. "Obviously, I was kind of shocked, and I...didn't know what to say, or what to do! S-so... I figured that getting him professional help would be the best, I really didn't want to make things worse." He exhaled nervously.

"So... that's what I did, that's why I'm sometimes arriving late... they need a parent or tutor with the patient if they're under 18... And I've.... Really been trying to be there for him, but I'm sorry if it seemed like i was ditching you or being irresponsible, I was just trying to help, Hails,  I-"

I hugged my dad.

"No, I'm sorry for not trusting you.... I think what you did was really nice, you did the right thing, dad." He smiled softly at me. And well, that was it. I went back to my room, and tried not to question it all too much 

But still.

Something felt wrong, as if...

...my dad had still kept a big chunk of that story untold...

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But anyway, all of that took a while to resolve, so ill leave you guys on a cliffhager for this one.

Okay, this was all before school started, so... lets talk about my position at school! My friends, my enemies, many fun things that happened throughout school years previous to the creation of the music club, AND most importantly:

C S G

>:)

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So as I mentioned before, people picked on me a lot because all that seemed to go on in my head was music, which is not true, I just really like music, it makes me happy..

This all started happening in elementary, when I used to get the best grades in music class, and i have to admit, i showed off my musical habilites a lot, but instead of getting praised, or getting to teach someone else what i knew, my classmates either didn't care or where mean and said I had a music obsession. I guess you could say they were jealous of my skills, but I can't take much credit for that... heh

You see, my dad teaches music for university students, and he taught me everything he knew, so basically, I'm clear of getting any grades lower than A in music class until college.

MUAHAHAHHSHA

But enough of me bragging about my grades. 

The truth is that I didn't stand out that much when it came to other subjects, I was mostly in the middle, not bad, but not like, really good or whatever It was never that big of a problem to anybody, I always did my best and that was enough.

But people for some reason never forgave me for being better than them in music? Especially the tops of the class who were the best at math, and English, and science, and everysingleotherthing...

Like, can't I at least be good at one thing?, and you get to be good at the rest? jeez.

But to be honest, it never really affected me in too much of a bad way, I had greater things to worry about in elementary.

But that was elementary.

Then middle school came.

That was a whole other story.

/to be continued/ 

*music plays*