Music Saved My Life

Chapter 23- I'm Against Drop Kicking Children Anyway

"Y-Yes. I recommend not getting a colored violin. The color may be pretty, but it can destroy the sound quality," I quietly explain.

My hands are shaky as I talk to the customer standing with their child in the music store. The little girl wants a pink instrument, but the quality is horrific.

"But it's pretty! Daddy, buy me that one or I'll have to throw a tantrum," she snaps at her dad.

He looks at her with tired eyes. She has to be a handful with such a horrible attitude.

"But don't you want a pretty sounding instrument?" He tries.

"Are you saying I won't play well? That is so rude! I'll have to tell the maid to not clean your room!" She spits at him.

Geez, she's filled with so much venom for an eight year old.

"She's not a maid, she's your older sister," he exasperatingly says.

I try to ignore their fighting and think about what is running through my head while I draw my attention to the rock music blasting through speakers. Ever since yesterday happened with Jamie and Drew, I'm always on edge that someone could come up and harass me.

This is just to go along with trying to figure out just exactly what I should buy everyone for Christmas. The two people I'm really focused on are my mother and Jasper. Of course my mom would love something to do with music the way I would, but what about Jasper?

"I think we'll just take the pink one," he quietly mumbles.

My hands lift it off of its hook before I pull out an empty case to put it inside along with a new bow and some rosin.

"Al-Alright, just remember you need to place rosin on the bow-"

"We're not dummies, dummy," the little girl rudely states to me.

"Lana! Don't be rude to her, she's just doing her job," he scolds.

"It's okay," I gently tell him.

"Rosemary Hope Evans!" A voice shouts my name.

I quickly close up the case before holding it out to the customer. "Here you are. Take this to the register and the cashier will ring it up for you."

"Thank you dear," he politely says.

"Thanks dummy," the little girl who I now know is Lana mutters under her breath.

Her father doesn't hear it, so I just let it go. I'm against drop kicking children anyway.

My eyes soon meet Alec's as he rushes towards me looking more bewildered than a person would be if they saw a ghost pig wearing a mustache.

"Alec, what's wrong?" I question.

He's rapidly shaking his head. "The easier question to ask me here is what isn't wrong."

My fingers latch onto his arm before I pull him aside and away from customers. "Don't leave out a single detail."

His hand runs through the shaggy black hair on his head while letting out a deep breath. "Well, I was walking home from school today and then I got a call from a kid in my science class. He needed a copy of the homework, so I went over and found out he was already throwing this huge party."

He stops to catch his breath from speaking so quickly, and I counter his remarks.

"There's a kid throwing a party at three in the afternoon? Go on, Alec," I urge and try to attempt to find out what happened.

"Alright, everybody there was drunk off of their asses, but it didn't bother anyone since the house is on a dead end. I tried to just walk inside and place it in his hands, but no, that just couldn't happen," he huffs.