Forelsket (George Harrison)

CHAPTER ONE

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REESE

February 14, 2015

"Good evening everyone!" I greeted, jovially.

The audience gave a thunderous cheer, especially coming from the regulars.

"We're the Jone Collins once again and we're going to cover several songs for the night," I said. "I hope you, guys, will like it. So, without further ado, we're going to start the night with It's Time by Imagine Dragons!"

I gave my bandmates a nod to begin.

Feeling exhilarated as what it seemed, I took a look at my bandmates with a smirk creeping on the corner of my lips. Then I said, "Let's rock this, kinsmen."

They nodded in response.

"Five, six, seven, eight!" Our drummer, Ron, started drumming. Turning to the audience, I smiled. I clasped my hands together in the air, starting to clap. The audience also started clapping and cheering for us as we started playing.

The name's Reese Emma Collin, by the way, and currently exists in this world since 1996. I'm 19 years old; a college student taking B.A Literature with a band on a Saturday night gig which is called the Jone Collins. The band members consist of my siblings; in sequence of the eldest to the youngest members of the band: Ryan, the rhythm guitarist; Reil, the lead guitarist; Ron, the aforementioned drummer; and yours truly, the bassist and a part-time keyboardist.

Our band was officially formed last year. But it actually started nine years ago when our parents encouraged us to try learning instruments. We were really ecstatic about the notion of it and agreed without having any second-thoughts. Our dad taught my sister, Rhea, and I how to play piano as our mom taught my brothers how to play guitar and drums.

My dad was a classy pianist. My mom, on the other hand, was a kick-ass rocker. She'd joined a band before; it was called G-Clef, in the 80s. The band was quite famous here in Boston before. However, mom and dad didn't meet in one of G-Clef's gig; instead, they'd met on a piano recital. John, a cousin of mine, was having a recital but my uncle, Robert, couldn't make it so he called mom to accompany his son instead. My dad was a part-time piano teacher there. It was funny because when dad was talking on the stage, mom couldn't resist rolling her eyes to his "long, futile speech" and unfortunately for her, he noticed it. After the recital, he went towards mom and asked if there was anything wrong and all. She was pretty sarcastic to him by giving such a nervy response. Thus, they ended up bickering. And that, my friend, was how they met.

Anyway, when we were young, we would play instruments together with our parents. Then eight years later, after playing what we truly love to do, Reil declared something that began the turning point of our lives, "Damn, I want to play this for the rest of my life." He was closing his eyes as he strummed his guitar in effect.

"Without stopping?" I asked, with a smirked playing on my lips. The other boys laughed, which made him open his eyes with a frown. He was opening his mouth to answer but Rhea, our eldest, spoke.

"I agree with Reil." We looked at her with our eyebrows raised. "I mean, I also want to do the thing I really love to do, you know."

"This?" Ryan asked, nodding at his instrument.

"Yes, this." She pressed a key on her keyboard in effect to what she was referring.

Suddenly, Ron snapped his fingers to steal our attentions. He said, "Then let's form a band!"

"How about I hit you with your cymbals? You know dad would undoubtedly disapprove with that plan," Ryan said.

We all knew that dad wanted us to focus more on our studies, to become professionals after we - I meant Ron, Reil, and I - finish college, than giving much of our attention in music.