The piano was loud. Loud in it's strong and bold tones, in it's sweet and soft melodies. Mari was trying really hard for this recital of hers, and Sunny could barely hold more than a couple notes without his Violin squealing. He was trying as hard as Mari was, for Mari, but the Recital was so close and he was so far from even being able to play half of the Duet.
1, 2, 3, 4, 5- Mari hit a wrong note. Silence. Then, the clear sound of a G note being played.
Sunny supposed he should continue practicing. He should get up and off his floor, check his bow, and practice his sheet music. It's what Mari would do. But he wasn't Mari, and he was beginning to despise this whole recital. So far, only bad things had come out of it.
Perhaps he should throw his Violin down the stairs until it smashed into a million pieces. Until the strings were snapped, until it couldn't be fixed. Mari would be mad, naturally, but Sunny wouldn't have to go and perform at her recital.
But his friends had spent so long saving for his Violin. It would be demeaning of their sacrifice if he threw it away because he regretted a decision he made.
1, 2, 3 - Mari had messed up the timing. Silence. Then, the clear sound of a G note being pressed.
Maybe Sunny could disappear, into a world where he could do what he liked all day, and go on adventures with his friends. Where there were no recitals, no school, just fun battles and spending time with friends. Mari would be by his side, rather than spending hours slaved over her Piano.
He wouldn't really be Sunny there, since he couldn't go into his own head. Although, Sunny could create another him, one who could lead the way and slash anything that bothered him. A loner who was designed to never be alone.
But then what would happen to Sunny? Would he wither away in his bed while he dreamed? Sleep for years played pretend? Act like everything was okay?
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7 - Mari missed a note. Silence. Then, the clear sound of a G note being played.
Basil would play pretend with him. Basil was always there for him. Camera in hand, smile plastered onto his face like wet concrete. They would make flower crowns, play tag, go on adventures through forests. It really did sound like a dream. Kel and Aubrey would bicker while Hero and Mari played house, while Basil took photos and tended to plants. So where would Sunny fit in this 'headspace' of his?
Maybe he would sit and listen, or play on his Gameboy. Give mewo some pets. Or maybe he would sit alone in a room until someone knocked? Stay until Mari invited him to a picnic? Completely ignore everything until it came to face him?
Sunny wasn't that ignorant. Truthfully, he tended, yes, to run away from his issues, but he also knew that eventually he would have to turn around and deal with the problem. turn the doorknob and face the knocker. sit down and join the chatter.
1, 2,
Sunny slowly got up, reaching for the Violin. He imagined it Damaged, scratched, broken beyond repair. (a body soon following it after as the click of a camera resounded through the room)
3,4,
He checked his bow, before resting the Violin in between his cheek and shoulder, hugging his neck (like a rope hanging from a sturdy tree branch ready to be made into a swing)
5, 6 -
Mari forgot the pedal on a section of the Duet (like Something was bothering her, so she couldn't focus)
Silence. (the house was silent)
Then, the uncertain, shaky sound of a G note being played as Sunny stood before a Throne made for his own demise.
