The Melomaniac's Tone-deaf...

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by MinYoonjineous

by MinYoonjineous

"IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT!" echoed the thoughts in his mind after a clash of views with his mother.
"SHE'S THE BEST MOTHER YOU COULD EVER GET, BUT YOU, YOU CAN NEVER BE HER BEST SON, NEVER!"
His head ached the moment those voices spoke such harsh words, again.

"SHE'LL LEAVE YOU ALONE ONE DAY LIKE EVERYONE ELSE JUST BECAUSE OF YOU!" was all what the voices screamed in his ears. He wanted to deny that by shouting but couldn't get himself to. It's because he himself knew it was all true. The voices in his head were a complete illusion of his, but they spoke the truth, the undeniable truth.

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It was a new day, yet the same detached feeling. Ishan Kishan, who should have been pretty busy in his work by now, was all drowned deep in his thoughts, the thoughts of his argument with his single mother.

"Just do whatever you want to, and consider me dead from now on!" was what he remembered that his mother shouted before he left the house for the studio. The said worked in a music studio as a composer and lyricist. He had signed a new project recently, which demanded a romantic song. But given to his current state of mind , all he could think of was detaching love.

Ishan leaned forward onto the desk, eyebrows furrowed at the thoughts of his mother. The faucet of his eyes was turned on when the thought of his mother lying dead crossed his mind. He didn't want to cry. He had finally made his mind, he won't cry even it pierced his heart into a million shreds. But he just couldn't bring himself to. The thought of his mother leaving him behind alone skinned him alive.

"She sacrificed so much for you, and you can not even do the job that pays nicer than this shitty so called dream job of yours for her sake, her comfort, her betterment?" the voices again rang in his head. To be honest, he always had those. It wasn't much before but recently the amount rose up like the triple from before.

He didn't want to burden his mother more for this all . May be it was because he couldn't bring himself to. May be it was because he knew, he's gonna be ignored? But hell no, no mother would treat her kid like that, even if they grow up double her height.

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It was night time and the same detached feeling remained clouding his mind. He went to sleep with a water glass, half filled but covered by the lamp side. He tucked himself between the covers and started to think about his mother's life. It was indeed a difficult task for her as a single mother to raise her good for nothing and immature child, now an adult. His eyelashes were wet in a matter of seconds and he didn't realise when exactly did he sleep hugging the cushion made by his mother tightly.

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"Hi, as you already know , this is your favourite guy, Shubman, welcome to my channel for a new vlog today, which is we're gonna visit a local music studio~" screamed the tall dude in excitement, probably almost deafening the viewers.

It was a new day of challenge for Shubman. His fans always wanted him to explore the places he visited thoroughly and give them his views. Shubman was a funny guy , with an extremely outgoing personality.

He considered himself tone deaf and one of the viewers suggested for him to confirm that. Then, he came up with the idea of going to a studio, despite he could simply visit a specialist. (he's afraid of hospitals 🤫)

Shubman pushed the studio door. He saw a tired being sitting on one of the chairs with papers scattered all over the floor. The latter , totally oblivious to the former's presence, plucked the paper he was writing on and screamed in annoyance, throwing the now rolled up paper down the floor. He stated pulling his hair. Shubman watched all of this in awe , with his camera on for the live. The viewers agitated at this, starting criticising the boy sitting across the room through the comments. Shubman knocked on the door attracting the presence of the said.

"Umm- you're here for??" said Ishan with a sharp exhale.
"Uh- Hi , I'm Shubman Gill, a vlogger. I came here for knowing whether I'm tone deaf or not!"
"Tone deaf? Are you serious, dude? You should go to some specialist" snapped Ishan at Shubman directly. Shubman was left at the loss of words. He couldn't possibly tell Ishan that only the idea of going to the hospital scared the living shit outta him. So, he lied , not before letting out a nervous laugh.

"Hahaha, I just want to test myself for all that, so, i needed to visit a studio" said Shubman scratching the back of his neck.
It didn't seem convincing to Ishan but he sighed and signalled him to sit on a chair beside, clearing all the mess he created in an instant.

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Yes, I'm alive👽
And bye bye 👋