Fortississimo[DISCONTINUED]

CH 1: pianississimo

Sigh.

I got nominated for Bassist of The Year. Again.

I don't see why I put up with this shit every year, but hey, I gotta make money somehow.

I don't mind playing bass though. Don't get me wrong, I love it. But, the stress of going on a stage and performing, just to earn useless clout...yeah...

But, my faithful subscriber/follower, Anonymous User is happy about it.

How do I know?

He's been spamming my inbox ever since I got nominated. That's how I know. I don't really care too much about it, but it irks me when dude says stuff like:

"I wonder how your lips taste."

Sir, calm the fuck down.

"I've always wanted a boyfriend who plays bass. /hj"

And I want a boyfriend who plays guitar. You play guitar?  

"Marry me! /hj"

Woah there. Like I said before, calm. The fuck. Down.

"I'd let you do me. /srs"

This is a violation of my privacy. My sanity done moved to fucking Menards, where it can save big money.

Honestly, chill with the jokes. or half jokes, or whatever the fuck you wanna call them. I don't find them funny, but some people reply to his comments like,

"OMG YASSS ME TOO OSIFHGDLEKJHFKJEWHBFLKJ"

Yeah, no one in their right mind would joke about having me, Felix Madden, do them, marry them, date them, or kiss them.

Wait, doesn't kissing fall into all three?

***

I start my slow walk to the bus station, after shooting my finals video. I mean, it's kind of useless, seeing as I'm just gonna win anyway. No, I'm not arrogant. I say this because I'm running unopposed this year. How do I know? Well, I actually check  the ballots. Regularly. Meanwhile your lazy asses rely on Reddit and Twitter to give you info. 

But anyway.

I sit on the bench, waiting for the bus to come.  I know, my life is boring as hell. Even with music. 

Well, not really. Music is my life. Music is the feeling of a hot shower after a long day. Music is a universal language, transcending all barriers, whatever they may be. Music is love. Music is everything. Music is music. 

It's just simply music.

I would like to meet a music lover, someone just as in love with this mysterious concept of dancing air. I continue my waiting period by connecting my headphones to a song, a song that I've been looking for since I first heard it on TikTok. I equip my headphones, watching the cars fly past as I look out into nothing but skyscrapers. Businesses, banks, nightclubs, casinos...concert venues.

"Hey." A loud voice startles me, but I relax when I see it's only my friend, Georgia. Her blonde afro blew to and fro in the wind, which made her a bit frustrated. She's a drummer, fascinated with the fact that one can make such an enchanting song in the absence of a melody. 

She's a music lover. 

So, you might ask, "Hey, dude, why don't you just hook up with her?" 

I probably would shoot my shot, but she's a lesbian. And I'm not desperate to get a woman. 

Or man.

Or anyone on the gender spectrum. 

I just go with the flow of life. Whoever the universe decides to send my way, I'll be satisfied. 

"You gonna come with me to McDonalds, or are you just gonna stare off into space, listening to..." She looks down at my phone, her eyes trying to read the text on my screen whilst adjusting her glasses a bit. 

"Big Dawgs?? You know that song is ancient, correct?" 

She has GOT to be joking. 

"Uh...this came out this year."

"Oh, shit..." She looks away, blushing of embarrassment. "Damn, sorry..."

"It's fine," I reply, and continue to listen to my music. I wonder about the announcement that my school made, that we were partnering with another school for 2 months. 

What if I meet Anonymous User? Nah, that's a stretch.

A very, very, huge stretch...