Going West

Grouch

Seeing a fat ginger on his knee, struggling for balance is hilarious. But when you see the tiny black box and a big smackroo of a diamond ring, you are going to laugh yourself to tears. Tears of despair. "AH, boys! Look...at...this ring!" My mom looked like she was going faint right then and there. "Rochelle, my darling. You are my flower, my star, my everything. Will you have my heart?" Albert looked at her with impatient eyes. Pretty sure he was dying to stand up. "Yes! Yes!" Mom hugged that fat oaf and he tried to spin her, but it didn't happen. Manson gagged and I don't think he was joking...

A few days passed and I didn't touch a single piano key during those days. I think I'm sick, or maybe I'm becoming drepressed. My mom is engaged to a German fatty who wears suspenders and a plaid fedora. "So, children, your mother and I have thinking... We are living in a hotel room!" Albert explains. "No...Really? Captain Obvious..." Manson snickers. Albert ignores him and carries on, "We are moving to a small fishing village in Washington state in den U-S-Ah! Next week!" I looked at him, hit with a brick wall of confusion. "What about my tour? We still have to go to South Africa and than, L.A." I punched the table and the room got quiet. My mom looked scared and peeped, "We canceled the two-" I cut her off, "CANCELED? You say...All that money people paid...Your probably not refunding aren't you? You did it before!" My mom was quiet and Manson pulled me down, and I soon realized I was in my mom's face. "I'm going to get ready for my concert..."
After my concert, which by the way was a success, I was told to start packing my things and get ready for the flight to Washington once we got to our hotel room. It was extremely intense backstage and my fans were starting to get uncomfortable by it. "Is everything alright Mr. Harris?" An elderly man asked me. I nodded and gave him a huge smile.
It was around one o'clock and Manson started to restless, and so we left. As we were lead to our Range Rover, my mom whispered something in my ear, "Another million, sweetheart!" I frowned, since I was always the family's cash cow. In the car, Albert and mom were already on the IPad, looking at furniture for our new sweet home. They tried to get my opinion on some sofas but I wouldn't budge. Manson fell asleep on my shoulder, which made me even more annoyed. I grab my notebook from my backpack, which I bring to every concert I have, and start to write another section in my big piece called, "Withering Spring," and the new section sounds very Beethoven. When I finished the section, I put a away my notebook, and I see that we were already at the hotel. " "Qui vivra verra," I sigh and I look at my family. Albert repeats in English, "The future will tell..." I shrugged and I get out of the stuffy SUV.
"West, don't forget your backpack!" Manson shouts running up to me, handing me my pack. "You fell alseep on me, again," I growl and give him a shady look. "Sorry, Guppy, I know how much that bugs you," Manson grins and messes up my hair, which was geled back. I snatch his hand and threw aside. He knows I get grouchy after concerts, since I'm not really a people person. I also hate acting like a smartass. "You ready to move to a teeny weeny fishing village," Manson winks. I ignore him until he says something that stops me in my tracks. "You and I might need to go attend public school." I turn around glaring at Albert, and began to walk towards to glass doors.
If I attend public school...I'll outsmart my teachers, make the music teachers depressed, and I'll be the biggest geek ever.