Take Me To Where I Belong
Chapter 1 - Again
"So do you think you can teach me how to play drums now ? Pleaseee." Zeke begged his brother Liam desperately.
"No, you aren't mature enough to learn drums, Zeke, I told you already." Liam rejected.
"But...but Mom said it's never too young to lea..." Zeke explained but got interrupted by Liam "Mom said this, mom said that. See, it's why I said you aren't mature, deal with it, lil' brat."
Zeke walked away with tears in his eyes, he looked at the poster of Buddy Rich that was hanging in his bedroom. "Why am I not allow to play drums ? STUPID LIFE, STUPID BROTHER!" Zeke shouted to the poster.
"Zeke, Zeke, come down and playyyyy." Someone yelled outside the house. Zeke looked outside, it's Crystel that was yelling. "Come on, come down, I am bored" Crystel said. "Not today, Cris." Zeke replied. "If you don't come down right now, I will tell everyone about your secret." Crystel threatened. "Fine, fine, I am coming down, don't tell anyone." Zeke said.
Crystel is Zeke's best friend since they were 8, they are now 13. Time sure flies fast, they are going to the same high school in town.
"What's wrong?" Crystel asked. "Nothing, it was my stupid brother." Zeke answered sadly. "Oh haha, he said you are too young to play drums again right?" Crystel giggled. "It isn't funny, Cris." Zeke said angrily. "No no, I wasn't laughing at you, I was laughing at your brother" Crystel explained. "What's so funny about him?" Zeke asked. "Well you see, what was his age when he first started to play drums?" Crystel asked confidently. "Let me see, hmmm.... around 9 I think." Zeke answered. "See, he started to play drums at the age of 9 yet he said you were too immature to play drums, isn't it funny?" Crystel said happily. "Maybe I am just very immature... It isn't about my age." Zeke said sadly again. "Nooo, you aren't immature. Look, it is your dream to play drums, your brother is just a lazy ass, that is why he kept pushing you away." Crystel said. "Haha, that is true" Zeke laughed.
"Soooo, what do you think ? Let's go get some ice cream, shall we?" Crystel asked. "Sure, why not." Zeke said excitedly as they walking down the street. What will happen to Zeke's dream, is Crystel going to help him or she just don't care ?
They walked past a street, they saw a poster on the wall. 'Jazz Band For Freshman' "Oh, this is great, Zeke, you can join this band." Crystel said with joys. "But... I don't know, I know nothing about drums." Zeke said nervously. "It's for freshman, come on, you can do it." Crystel pleased. "Alright, I will go" Zeke replied confidently.
They looked at the venue, it's only 1 block away, they decided to go and check. As they walked, Zeke told Crystel how awesome he is going to be, he is going to be like Buddy Rich, his all time favorite drummer. Crystel nodded with a smile on her face.
They had reached, there is a big old wooden door in front of them. They heard a beautiful trumpet solo coming from the inside. They knocked, no one answered. Eventually they knocked harder, the trumpet solo stopped, they heard footsteps getting louder and louder.
The door opened, a middle-aged man with black coat stood in front of them. "What do you want?" The man asked angrily. "Emm....em... I was wondering if...if I can join the band?" Zeke asked cowardly. "Let me see, how old are you?" The man asked again. Zeke was thinking "Shit, he will probably say I am too young to join the band." "I...I am thirt....thi....thirteen, sir" Zeke stuttered. "Sir ? Oh please, call me Nate, how about you two ?" Nate said happily. "I am Zeke, and this is Crystel" Zeke answered while pointing at Crystel. "So you two are here to join the band?" Nate asked. "No no, he is, not me." Crystel interrupted.
"Ok then, Zeke, what instrument do you want to play?" Nate asked curiously. "I want to be a great drummer, sir... I mean Nate." Zeke said with confident. "Oh, interesting... Ok, come here tomorrow by 5p.m. don't be late." Nate said. "Sooo, am I in ?" Zeke asked with excitement. "Yes, any problem?" Nate asked curiously. "No sir ! No... No, Nate! I will be here!" Zeke yelled. "Ok, ok, stop yelling, see you then, good bye" Nate said while waving his hand. "Yes, goodbye." Zeke replied while dragging Crystel running across the street.
"Wait, wait, where the hell are we going?" Crystel stopped Zeke from running. "I am going to treat you a fancy lunch of course." Zeke answered while panting. "What for?" Crystel asked curiously. "Well, it was you that helped me to get to the band, so yeah." Zeke answered. "Nobody can help you, Zeke, it was you that got yourself in the band, but fancy lunch.... why not, let's go, I know a place that we can go." Crystel said while grabbing Zeke's hand to the restaurant that Crystel wanted to go.
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Take Me To Where I Belong
Short StoryStory about a boy named Zeke, his dream is to become a successful drummer. What is his definition of success ? Who knows ?