¿ɪꜱ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴀʟʟ ʀᴇᴀʟ? ✰𝔸𝕝𝕖𝕩 𝕋𝕦𝕣𝕟𝕖𝕣 𝟙-𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕥𝕤

✰. 23

The Girl Across the Street (3, Alternate Ending)

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Finally, being enrolled in school during your mid teens wasn't easy. Your parents had enough of you trying to be sneaky with them to play the piano. They moved the piano to your father's office, which you had no access to! Entering school only made it worse. High expectations were placed, and you weren't sure if you would be able to reach them.

One thing you noticed in school was that everyone had their friends. Barely anyone was accepting new friends. Of course, it was no problem for Alex to bring you into his group. Being fairly acquainted with them, they were the ones who you hung out with. You barely had any classes with them, and when you did, it was silence, even with Alex himself, because there was nothing for you to say.

He and his friends worked extremely hard to get you out of your zone and interact with others besides them. The process was fairly easy. They would tell you to ask someone for a pencil or a piece of paper. Quite stupid.

As if it couldn't get worse, Alex unknowingly signed you up for a school recital that the music teacher ran. He had told said teacher about your skills and asked Alex if you could see him for a bit during lunch.

The little meeting was easy. He explained what the recital was, and you played a small yet tough piece of music he gave to you. He was impressed by your ability to play the music so smoothly without any real difficulties. After minutes of trying to get you to actually agree to partake in the event, he got his wish and gave you some pieces of music that would be played on the date. He gave you the option to play your own piece for the very end of the event. Of course, you would do it. You just had to keep it away from your parents.

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During the nights, you would air piano the pieces, keeping your eyes closed so you could fully memorize the music. To a normal person, they would think you were on drugs or hallucinating, but to your friends, they knew you were just preparing yourself. Alex was scared at first when he saw you do it subtly in class. He thought you were casting spells.

As days went on, he obviously got accustomed to it and let it happen when you were in your moment. He found it funny when you messed up. You would just click your tongue in annoyance and sulk for five minutes before either going back to air playing or just trying to converse with the friend group.

On some days, you wouldn't go home till two hours after school because you would stay in the music room and play your pieces, as the music instructor told you. He went over the measures you thought were tricky and happily let you use the school's piano to your advantage.

Coming home on those days, you would tell your parents you were getting tutored, and they didn't bother asking for what. Technically, you weren't lying. As long as they knew you were learning, it was okay.

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"Today is the big day, aren't you excited!?" Alex shook your shoulders lightly the moment you crossed the school gates. "Just imagine you performing music in front of a crowd, and at the end, they all cheer for you!"

"There may be some boos."

"Don't think like that," he shoved you lightly but pulled you back instantly. "We know you're going to do amazing like always. You're going to impress everyone. Now, did you bring something to change out of your regular clothes for tonight?"

That's right, you weren't going home tonight until the end of the event. You opened up your spare bag and let him peak inside to see a neatly folded black dress and black heels. It was a dress that you wore a lot when you performed. "I'm worried -"