Close Your Eyes | Brallie

Chapter 5

After a long and confusing day of school, I drove Jesus and Mariana home. I saw my dad's car in the driveway. What is he doing here? I got out of the car an walked towards my house.

"Good luck at your audition." Jesus grabbed his back pack out of the backseat of my car.

"Yeah, good luck tonight, Brandon!" Mariana chimed in.

I opened the door and walked into the house, "This joke is getting old, guys."

"What is he talking about?" Jesus looked to Mariana for an answer.

"He's been going crazy all day over some girl." She said to Jesus as they walked into the house and she shut the door behind her.

I turned to go up the stairs when my dad spoke up, "Hurry up, Brandon, you don't want to be late."

I looked over at him to see him in his cop uniform, "Dad, you're in on it too?"

He sighed, "What are you talking about?"

I laughed, "Guys, you can stop now."

"Okay, I don't know what you're talking about but I gotta get back to work, so let's go." My dad pushed me out of the house and into his car.

He talked to me while he was driving but I was too caught up in my mind. Maybe this isn't a joke. It must be a dream.

He let me out in front of a building that I haven't seen in months.

"Stef's gonna come pick you up after work. Good luck." And with that he drove away.

With no other choice, I walked into the building. It seemed all too real. There were several parents spread throughout the auditorium. There was a piano on the stage, which made me sigh.

"Brandon Foster?"

Without thinking, I ran up onto the stage. I looked at the piano and sighed.

"Mr. Foster?" A man's voice interrupted my thoughts, "You may take a seat."

I sat at the piano, closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I opened my eyes and my hands were playing. I was playing the song I played everyday for 3 months. My hand didn't hurt at all and I could feel everything. I smiled, it felt amazing to play the piano again. This can't be a dream it all feels too real.

When I was finished, I took a bow and ran off stage. I saw Stef in the lobby waiting for me.

I ran up and hugged her, "Mom, I played the piano. I did it!"

"Yeah, B, you did great!" She sounded a bit confused.

I found out that I made it to the finals but I already knew that would happen. It felt even better this time, especially since that was the first time I've played the piano in months.

"We should get home, Momma called me 5 times." My mom put her phone into her pocket as we got into the car.

As we drove home, I thought about the moment I met Callie. I was about to relive it. Should I change what happened? Should I try my hardest to stay away from her?

We parked in the driveway and I got out of the car, "I need get something out of the trunk, I'll be in, in a minute."

I looked around before I opened the door, trying to remember every detail of this moment. This was the very moment before my life changed. I could change everything that happened in the last year of my life. I took a deep breath before opening the door.

I walked inside and turned to put my bag down. I was bombarded with questions. 'How did it go?', 'How'd you do?' I told them I made it to the finals and they congratulated me.