Anonymous | Ashton Irwin |

Before: Strums And Beats Collide

Before

I was strumming with my electric guitar in my room(which is in between my brother's and mother's room) and writing a new song in my red spiral notebook while Alex was playing video games. I have no door and a broken window, so I just spread the loud noise in this neighborhood.

As soon as I was stroking some notes, Alex interrupted me with his fists pounding against the wall,"Shut up! You suck at playing!" I was actually playing good, he's just a left brain(as in: Not music material),"And don't you dare start singing, because you suck at that too!"

"Why don't you shut up and get off of the video games and get a life?!" I shot back.

"I have a life, you stupid bitch!" He yelled back.

I ignored his asshole-self and continue playing to Teenage Dirtbag. Although, I did feel hurt on what he said on my singing.

I start to sing,"Her name is Noel/ I have a dream about her/ And she rings my bell" I plucked the high E note to mock the bell sound.

Then I stopped as soon as I heard the sound of Alex's door, abruptly opening and marching over to me. He struck me across the face before he yelled out his lecture,"Shut up, already! Nobody is gonna like your singing, why even bother? It's terrible! And your playing with your guitar, sucks! You're not gonna become famous, EVER, because your sound is crap!" he snatched my notebook from my bed and browsed through the pages aggressively,"Even your writings sucks! You can't even write whatever this is! It's all trash and so not worth your time! Just give it up already!" He tossed it back on my bed and added bluntly,"Don't keep your hopes high on this, Priscilla. You don't have a talent. You don't have what it takes."

He went back into his room with a slam on the door.

Well, that speech really hurt my feelings, broke my hopes on my priority. I know I've got what it takes, I don't even want to doubt myself. What if all he said was all true? I mean, think about it: I show a person one of my 'talents' and they also think I suck and I don't make it. I'll end up being humiliated and not being able to do what I love and passionate about, in my future.

Tears threatened to escape my eyes for a while. I think I need some time to be alone and away from this misery of hatred. So I determined to take my acoustic guitar with me and go to the park, where people can appreciate my playing in music(no singing). Now, I was feeling insecure about showing my singing in public, so I just played.

After sweating by playing for three hours under the hot sun and made a little bit of money, I went to buy another movie. I enter in and went into the action movie aisle, again. As soon as I started to roam my fingers through the DVDs, my neighbor/new employee was squatted down beside me and stacking the movies in the shelf. A box was sitting between us. Well he doesn't seem like a bad person, I really want to know about him, I haven't even learned his name yet.

The other employee(the guy who expected me to watch The Notebook) trained me out of my thoughts by surprise, enthusiastically,"Well isn't this a delight of you being back again. How may I help you?"

I seriously don't want to get another movie from this guy again. I don't, especially, feel like being bothered. I wasn't in the mood to.

"No thanks, I'm fine." I refused mannerly.

He nodded,"Okay, good. Because I just wanted to help one last customer before I leave on my lunch break. So bye."

"Bye." I responded awkwardly.

I continue to roam through the DVDs and then I saw my neighbor glance at me in the corner of his eyes. I smirked sheepishly to myself before he stacked up the last movie and stand up. His height towering beside me by a little bit.