Keys of Disaster

*-Chapter 1-*

It's a scorching hot Sunday evening and I'm was lying on my bed half naked listening to Beethoven. I was completely lost in my magazine, staring at the images before me when I heard my brother, Jason, come home from one of his wild parties. He's undoubtedly black out drunk, like always. I quickly hopped into some clothes and went downstairs to help him. Tomorrow is a very critical day for me and I don't want him to ruin everything with his drunkenness. I have my exam tomorrow and I've been practicing for months. I play the piano. I know, it's dorky but I enjoy it.

I found Jason in the kitchen making scramble eggs. The only upside to him being drunk is the scrumptious food he makes. "Hey..." I say as I admired his concentrating on his task. He's never like this sober. "Alex" he exclaims when he noticed my presents, "and how are you this lovely evening?" he asks delighted to see me "I'm okay, how about you?" I say a little unsure. He's usually an ass to me and hates the thought that I even exit, leaving alone the fact that he is responsible for my well being since our parents passed away.

"Oh I'm wonderful, to be honest, I've never been better" he says and starts humming. "You always feel wonderful until the morning strikes you, then I'm stuck with your grumpy ass for the whole day" I mutter. "Your humour enlightens me" he says while buttering the toast. I just roll my eyes. My brother is a really stupid drunk, actually, he's stupid always but the alcohol makes it worse. I waited until he finished making the food and handing it to me before I gave him a glass of water and send him to the bathroom to take a shower, vomit, shower again, brush his teeth and then go to bed. He usually does of all of these things, in that exact order, every weekend. I've learned to deal with it.

I sat at the table and ate the breakfast my brother made me, like I do every weekend. At the moment its 00:14. I finished my food and went to check Jason. He was already in his room, jumping up and down on his bed. Keep in mind, he is 24. When he saw me, he rushed to me like a over excited puppy and gave me an affectionate hug. I could smell his breath; he didn't brush. I tucked him in, read him a bedtime story and kissed him goodnight on his forehead. Once again, he is 24 years old. Before I switched off the lights, I took a look at him. He looked so cozy; my only comparison is a puppy. There are pieces of his dark hair stuck to his face - he didn't dry off that well - and you can clearly see his dimples - he smiles in his sleep after drinking.- I must to say, he is quite attractive for an asshole. I switched off the lights and went to my room where I immediately undressed - its sizzling hot - and went to bed.

I woke the next morning, covered in sweat. I took a shower and got dressed. My exam is 11 o'clock so I had enough time to practice again since it is only 8:30. I woke my brother and told him to get ready. He just ignored me. After practicing for about an hour, I went back to his room to find him still asleep. I got a bucket of water and poured it on his face, spilling on his mattress and forcing him out of bed. Truthfully, I did him a favor. Its remarkably hot today, like it always is in the summer.

"WTF!! I was getting up!" he screams and jerks out of bed

"No you weren't" I argue. "Who gave you the right to come in my room?" he wanted to know

"Oh shut up and take a shower, we have to be there in a hour" I say sassily (yes that is a word)

"I know, now get out!" he pushes me out and slams the door in my face.

We got there just in time and I was sweating through my clothes. The wait was abominable. It's my turn. "Don't screw up" Jason says, teasing me. I just nod. I walked up stage and took my seat in front of the piano. I looked at the keys to it calm myself. This is where I belong. "Alex Diaz" the judges announced. I nod, took a deep breath, looked at the notes and started playing.

In the beginning, I concentrated really hard on not making any mistakes but after a while I loosened a bit, slackened my shoulders and the rest of the muscles in my body, causing me to relax as I continued playing. Everything just felt in place. When I finished, I glanced over at the judges where they sat. They nodded, indicating that I must now leave and called the next person. "Johnnie Guilbert" I fairly tall boy walked up the stage and took a seat where I had just postured myself merely seconds ago. He had an emo haircut, dark hair spread across his forehead and a nose ring. He wore a Nirvana t-shirt and his skinny jeans perfectly hugged his legs. He played a very deep song. Maybe from Black Swan or something. He played with so much passion, it gave me chills. When his song ended, he slightly took a bow and walked this way. I watched him as he passed me, not even noticing me.

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