BTS Fan Fiction: Run With Me

Chapter 38: My 1st Love Part 3

Presenter: Up next, is what most of our audience have been waiting for. It is my pleasure to present to you, our youngest musician. The child prodigy from the age of 5. The human monotrome who can play one of the hardest music pieces without any mistake. A student from Fermata Boarding Academy. Give it up for Mr Min Yoongi!

*The audience in the theatre got up from their seats and clap to welcome Suga*

I walked towards the centre stage and gave my bow before heading to the black grand piano. The audience settled down immediately, waiting for my music to be heard. Usually, at the beginning, some musicians would have their music sheet in front of them while they have their own page turner by their side. However, for me, I don't do page turner. I don't do music sheet at my face. Because everything is already in my head. All I must do is to show it off.

The audience went to a complete silence as I sat on the bench. Slowly, I let my fingers rest on the keys. I inhaled one deep breath and closed my eyes. In an instant, I could only hear the music playing. My mind is filled with thoughts of light. The invisible musical notes surround my body and led me to the story of the composer.

'Love's Sorrow'...

Why the feeling of sorrow in the name of love?

What was he feeling when he composed this piece?

How did it happen?

Whom does he think about?

Hold on.

I can feel something hot.

Hotter than boiling water.

A burning smell...like... fire!

What's going on?!

There it was!

The same nightmare that has been going on and on.

*An abrupt stop on the piano*

I opened my eyes in shocked. My very first mistake in my entire career. I could hear a sudden gasp from the audience. Shit. My reputation is on the verge of falling. Nevertheless, I kept calm and finish up the last bar of the music.

I still received the standing ovation from the crowd as if I hid my mistake very well. I gave a 90 degree bow and left the stage immediately. I headed over to the waiting room without giving anyone glances. They should already know that I am no longer the musician that they thought I would be. A sudden grab on my arm and it pulled me to the corridor of the hallway.

Teacher: Yoongi! What the hell happen?! You screwed up the last part of the piece. It was going so well.

Suga: I don't know. It just happens suddenly. Sorry Sir.

I kept my head down while in an apologetic state.

Teacher: Sorry? You can't be serious. You just ruined your performance, the school's reputation, your music career. Basically, your FUTURE!

I clenched my fist in frustration. I wish he could stop his nagging. Another point deducted from the school's board. I should expect another canning soon.

Teacher: How are you going to gain from all these? A child prodigy? That's has been going down the drain since you start losing out in rehearsals. What will your parents say about this? You know they have hopes on you. Why can't you be the son that you are meant to be?