Climb to Showbiz (Muse)

Muse: The Beginning

Dom was tempted to break for it and run out of the classroom. The teacher seemed to continuaslly drone on and on, and with only a minute left of class, still seemed they could take up an entire eternity explaining the students next project. He impatientaly tapped his fingers on his desk, trying to create a soothing beat as he waited. All he wanted to do was go home and play with his drum set. He wasn't the best, or that great for the matter. He was only fourteen and recently had gotten into drumming from being inspired by a jazz band from school. Even so, he was already in love with music and this drum set.

RRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNG!

Dom sighed with relief as the bell rang and readjusted his bag and nearly sprinted out of the classroom with joy. Oh, how he couldn't wait to be home!

***

Chris slowly dragged himself through the hallway, pushing past people in order to reach his locker and head home. It had been a long day and they had a lot of finals coming up.

Absentmindedly, he accidentally crashed into a really short and scrawny kid, which sent them both sprawling and losing papers and school work. Chris picked up some books and apologized to the young boy as they exchanged papers in order to find what was theirs. The kid apologized as well and went off in a hurry. Chris believed that the boy was named Matthew....or Max....or something along those lines.

***

"But, Mum!!!" Dom groaned, seeming to only have arrived home. His khaki bag sat in the corner of the room, taunting him with all the schoolwork he had to do. He had been hoping to get some drumming time in before he got to the work.

Mrs. Howard nodded. "Yes, Dominic. If you want a decent dinner, you need to go grave a few things from the market for me. It shouldn't take long. Don't forget to stop by the ATM for the money for the groceries."

"Yes, mumsy." He gave his mother a hug a headed off. He usually would do things he was asked quickly, but the drumset had been so tempting. He scurried quickly past the arcade and to the ATM machines.

The area where he now was had been know to have drug dealers and alcoholics, and he didn't want to get in any kind of trouble with those people. Once he had arrived, he turned to the nearest machine in haste and began to work it, his fear and paranoia in their highest levels. He had been minding his won buisness when he felt a clammy hand grip tightly on his shoulder. The colour began to drain from his face and he became to shiver and chatter from being scared and surprised. He did not want to turn around and face the owner of the hand.

"Calllll meeee a waaaaaaaaaanker?" questioned a strange man with blood-shot eyes.

Dominic shook his head, too filled with terror to properly reply. He knew that this was a bad area and people had gotten midly hurt or beat up from even the shortest of visits. He didn't want to be part of that list.

The man had no mercy for a boy much younger than him. He signaled for more men to come over and they advanced on the terrified boy.

***

Matthew kicked a can aside. He was new here, and nobody seemed to notice, or care. Teignmouth Community College was full of cliques. So far, he hadn't made any friends. Did that bother him? He tried to convince himself that it didn't, the way he tried to convince himself that his parents divorce hadn't effected him. But of course, it had. Today was another day he spent just watching the sunset and thinking to himself. He knew he should be heading home soon.

Matt began to pull himself up slowly and reluctanly, like a panther rising from a long nap. He headed to the general direction of his house, his mind spinning with thoughts, plans, and ideas. He needed to get to his house soon-or else his grandmother would be angry with him and he'd spend yet another week hiding in isolation, which wouldn't help with his status of lacking friends. The only reason it really bothered him is because this kid, Tom, inviting him to get together with him and do stuff, but he was stuck at home for breaking silly little rules. He couldn't help it. He needed to distract himself. He had been very close to his mum, but the last time he saw her had ended in a massive dispute, and everyone in school kept making fun of him. The choir especially made fun of his voice, no matter how hard he tried to sing lower and "normal."

A terrrifying screech filled the air as he advanced onwards. It sent chills along his spine and he began to turn to where he heard a second ghastly scream emerge, which was around the arcade area.