A Pierce the Veil fairytale

A Pierce the Veil fairytale chapter 2

The days after that Vic stayed in his room, unless he had to eat something or use the bathroom. He had never missed playing guitar this much before. When he was younger, he had a musical teacher and there was nothing he loved more than playing music. Maybe he loved it too much. Because when the boy turned ten, the king, his father, forbid him to play music ever again. He thought it was wrong for a future king to enjoy something as abstract as that. A king had to focus on his citizens. They had to be happy. And according to his father playing music and keeping citizens happy didn’t work together. That broke his heart.

Soon Vic started writing lyrics secretly. He hid the notebooks under his mattress when he  was asleep and when he was not he always had them with him. Sometimes, when he knew his father was not at home, he would even sing them softly to himself. Vic guessed his mother knew about his secret lyric writing, but she kept it a secret for his father. And Vic was very thankful for that.

It hurt him to hear Mike playing drums in the room next to his. It was not fair. Mike was allowed to do whatever he wanted, as he didn’t have the duty of becoming king someday. Vic wished he was born second. He hated his life like this.

Suddenly the drum beat stopped. Vic enjoyed the silence. This part of the castle was usually silent though. Only the royal family was allowed to come here. The rooms of the servants and the maids were on the other side of the castle.

Suddenly Vic’s door opened and Mike was standing in the doorway. Without saying a thing he came in and, just like his father earlier, he sat down next to Vic on the bed.

“Why are you not coming out of your room?”

Vic just shrugged.

“Vic, I am serious,” Mike said. “I am worried. What is going on?”

“Fine!” Vic shouted. “I have to become a fucking king while all I really want is play music. And I can’t because our amazing father thinks being king and playing music doesn’t work together! It drives me insane. I can’t decide anything for myself and you know what? I am not twelve anymore. ”

Mike nodded slowly. “I understand.”

“No, no you don’t! You have no clue what this is like. Because you, as the second born, can do anything you want, whenever you want. Life is so unfair!”

Mike shook his head, but he knew there was no way of convincing his brother right now. He left the room with a sad look in his eyes. He wished there was a way to help Vic out.

Suddenly Mike turned around and walked straight back into his brother’s room. “I know what we can do. Let’s run.”

Vic looked at Mike with a confused look on his face. “What do you mean?”

“What I mean is, we can just get out of here any time we want. Let’s just leave this place. We’re not prisoners.” Mike was getting more excited every second. “We could head to another country. We could meet other musicians like us. Maybe we could even start a band. How about that, Vic? We don’t need to be stuck here.”

Vic looked to his brother and smiled. “Do you want to give up your luxurious life here just to make my dreams come true?”

“Well, not just your dreams,” Mike said. “I can’t go in a band here either. You know, dad let me play music but he doesn’t want me to make it my job. And really that’s the only job I want.”

A big smile appeared on Vic’s face. “You know what? Let’s do this!”