Idol Situation

Idol Brother

I woke up to the sound of piano and I picked up my mobile to check the time. It was four in the morning and even though the music was audible only if concentrated it somehow woke me up. Putting my feet in the slippers I slide open the room door and walked straight towards the music room in the house.

The melody started getting louder and better. The melancholy in the tone was undisguised and something about the music touched the heart. Undefined sadness resonated through the alley which led to the music room of the house.

The glass panel outside gave me a clear view who was playing the piano, Ross.

He was the only one I dared not approach on my own, he had that mind of vibe. So I just stood there and listened to him play which was so relaxing and beautiful that I didn't even bother that it was four at night.

His fingers stopped on the piano and I saw him sigh. I might have been staring intently because I saw a tear escape his eyes and that was all to finish my intimidation and walk in the room. My unannounced entry surprised him as he looked up wide-eyed at me. There was no hiding the tears now even though he turned away and hurriedly tried to wipe them off.

"What is wrong?" I asked sitting down making a point I was not going anywhere.

"Why are you awake?" He asked avoiding my question.

"Can't miss a live performance from on of my favorites," I stated simply and shrugged.

He sighed and re-started playing and I sat there for a good ten minutes where he tried to ignore my presence.

"That is beautiful by the way," I stated carefully before he kicks me out.

He stopped and looked at me, "You are not going to leave?" 

I shook my head in a slow no and gave him innocent eye look.

"Then let's get some caffeine at least." He said and got up before I could.

He made coffee from the machine in the music room and offered it to me. I took it without complaining even though I hate black coffee.

"It's my brother." He finally said and I waited for him to explain.

"He has a competition in school, singing competition at that and he wants me to come," Ross said and sighed as if making up his mind whether he should continue or not.

"So?" I prodded him to talk.

"My mother asked me, not actually begged me to come."

"How old is your brother?" I asked to keep him going.

"Nine." And he smiled at this, "He loves to sing."

"So we go and hear him sing," I answered for him.

"I am a celebrity, I can't just go anywhere I want." He was making excuses it was clear.

"I can take you undercover don't worry about that." 

He thought carefully thinking about other excuses.

"Tell me the actual problem Ross." I was not backing down not matter how deadpanned he looked.

"My dad." He answered shortly and felt him tear up a bit.

Being almost the same age as these guys I instantly got the point. His dad was not supportive of his career choice.

"For how long you guys haven't talked?" I asked the obvious question which surprised him.

"For as long as I have joined this place." He answered still surprised at my question.