The Sound that Saved Me (BoyxBoy)

Chapter 4: Professor Suggy

Joe's PoV:

So, the bastard that shoved me down can sing...

I exited the pub, keeping in mind that I just snatched another talent from the mud. But for some reason, this time it felt different.

I hated different.

This boy had a strange vibe to him; his sound is a type that my ears have never experienced before.  And I want to experience hearing it again. I needed to be the one that trains him, and shape him into an artist I know the boy can become. I didn't even ask for his name. But it's okay I guess, he'll probably call soon.

They always call.

I quickly stopped a taxi, and headed straight home. I wasn't hangover enough though, and I needed to be. I wasn't supposed to come to Marcus's. I just couldn't stay away though.

I unlocked the door to my empty cold apartment, took off my jacket, glasses and beanie and threw them around messily. I huffed, and aimed my way to the fridge quickly and took out a bunch of beer cans, chugging them down like my life depended on it.

I don't have a drinking problem, I promise. This habit just began a few weeks ago. I just wanted to forget everything bad that had happened to me so far. I wanted the alcohol to wash away every memory and feeling I had for the past year and a half. My feelings that had been shattered the moment I shared them, breaking me in the process of doing so. I just...

It hurts.

I moved sluggishly towards the piano, and started playing it without any music sheets. Missing a few keys and notes every few seconds. I'm losing it.

"Fuck"

I whispered every time I made a mistake. And I messed up the melody again, and again and again.

"FUCK"

I shouted finally in frustration, hitting the keys even harder with all my fingers, as warm tears started streaming down my cheeks. I helped myself up from the small piano chair after a while, leaning on the piano itself for support.

I collapsed on the nearest sofa, nuzzling my face to the inner part of it as I stared sniffing repeatedly. I was feeling so lonely and neglected. Loneliness is a curse every genius is doomed to have. Double that if you are gay, and can't even have what you truly wanted.

I picked up my phone from my pants' pocket and Texted:

Me: I think I'm leaving music soon.

My sister almost replied immediately.

Zoe: Don't you even think about it. I'm coming over in a few days, it's going to be okay.

I ignored her, Slowly, my vision started to fade, as my body stopped shaking and my heart started to calm down. I fell asleep, keeping in mind that things will always suck for me. No one should ever know the thing I hide.. I tried that once, ended up saying something else and it backfired on me.

I hate this.

Caspar's Pov:

It's been three days now since I preformed in front of Joe Sugg. It's 5:00pm, and I'm currently lying in bed, supporting my head with my arm as I held the card he gave me up, looking at his number nervously as the sunlight went through it, making the golden writings shimmer.  This is just amazing; it's too good to be true to actually be discovered so soon. But wait...I can't call now can I?

What if he's busy?

What if he changes his mind as soon as I call?

Ugh. So many what if's!