Disconnected Harmonies [REWRITTEN]

◈Chapter 4◈ "LemonAid"

*riiiinnngg*

A hand came out of the yellow checkered comforter and reached out for the alarm clock on table beside the bed. At first it comically hit various spots on the table and even managed to topple a picture frame on the ground. Good thing the floor was carpeted. So after a groan and more hits on the poor table the alarm was turned off.

"Stupid alarm clock, waking me up." The person under the blanket groaned out, purposely ignoring the whole reason it was invented.

Seconds later a tuft of blonde hair peeked out of the covers. The boy begrudgingly sat on the bed and started to rub off the sleep off his face yawning multiple times.

The past months were hard on Len. School was already in session as well as the finalization of the making of his debut album. Every afternoon when school let out, Len would be taken to Crypton for recording and editing. He didn't even have the chance to hang out with his friends anymore Since Len was still an amateur, he didn't need to include videoes for his album just yet. Which sped the process greatly.

He looked down on the floor and saw the picture frame that fell on the ground. Without sparing it a glance he picked it up and placed it back on the table. With half lifted eyelids he looked at the alarm clock.

'6:00 sharp. Why did I even set the alarm this early? We don't even have classes today.'

Scratching his head he stood up and dragged himself to the shower which was connected to his room.

Today was the last day of giving the final touches for his album. He spent the whole day yesterday staring at computers with strange patterns, icons and a lot of things he couldn't understand just made his head hurt. Apparently they were 'editing' the music the album had and they needed his opinion on their work. Not fully understanding what they were doing he just nodded or said "Yes" to everything they asked him. Ask the boy to compose a whole album of his original music pieces but not about computers. The only thing he managed to face were Pianos, papers and the occasional television. There were absolutely no computers in his house that he could use. He could play the piano easier than turning on one of those machines. It's not that he hated them. He just didn't know how they worked. Even his classmates would sometimes question him about this.

Shaking himself from those thoughts he hopped in the shower after he undressed himself and hurriedly turning on.

At that was how Len learned the hard way not to take a bath with cold water on a winter morning.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhh!!!"

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'How can the shower water be that cold anyway?' He mulled over while walking to the recording company just a few blocks away from his house. 'Stupid shower.'

It was currently snowing that morning and the snow was thick and it crunched as he walked over it, despite the fact that the road was just raked a few moments ago.

'It's so cold' He thought as he rubbed his gloved hands together.

He watched the smoke that came out of his mouth as he exhaled. Len hated the cold. He didn't like the cold weather just simply because it was cold. The way he needed to wear mittens to warm his hands. The way he needed to wear a scarf and a heavy coat made him stuffy and confined. He hated it. But then again. He can't do anything about it. Just like that day.