Legacy

02 |Everybody Wins

02 |Everybody Wins

"The only thing you take with you when you're gone is what you leave behind." -John Allston

The lyrical sound of piano notes, sound in the long hallway as I pause at my brother's door. I know the piece he is practicing like the back of my hand, as soon as I round the corner. Ashton is taking Mrs. Edwards' advice and practicing our duet for Monday's private lesson.

So far we haven't made any official plans to go over the piece but, I'm sure we'll work on it this weekend.

As I listen to Ashton play I can tell he's been rehearsing- the timing was much better, as he was no longer rushing through the piece. It's a decent start, but we still had a lot of practicing to do before Monday's private lesson with Mrs. Edwards.

Ashton plays the last four measures- a beautiful crescendo of notes- and I knock on the door, silently waiting for him to let me in.

I do have a key to Ash's dorm room, seeing as he lives in the room alone but, I prefer to knock for obvious reasons, such as privacy. It would be absolutely horrifying to walk in on him changing clothing. Or walking around his room stark naked for that matter. Now, I can't say my best friend Harper would have any qualms with that, but I certainly would.

Just imagining it gives me the shivers; it would be like seeing myself but, as a male because the two of us are identical twins.

The door swings open unexpectedly and a very frustrated looking Ashton appear in the door way, eyebrows arched in anger. He rakes a hand through his hair before motioning for me to come in.

Walking into the room, Ash slams the door shut behind me emitting a reflex flinch from myself.

"What's wrong?" I ask looking around his dorm room. Normally he keeps his room tidy but, today clothes were strewn across the floor and various music sheets are crumpled around the trash can and piano.

Ashton's bed was made, as was the vacant bed on the other side of the room. Originally Ash was suppose to have a room mate, like everyone else, but the percussionist he was rooming with broke his hand in three different places a week before school started.

"This damn piano piece, is driving me to the edge of the cliff," Ashton admits with a heavy sigh before rubbing his forehead in a soothing manner. "Do you mind running it through with me a few times?"

Ashton takes a seat on the dark stained piano bench before looking over his shoulder at me as to say 'well what are you waiting for?'.

"I would Ashton but, I came over here for a reason. Maybe this weekend?" I suggest.

I see him hesitant for a moment before nodding his head in agreement. "So what's the reason your here for?"

With one fluid fluid motion I gesture to the two dresses in my hand.

"Red or blue dress?" I ask. Both dresses are absolutely stunning but, I can only wear one for dinner with my parents tonight.

The red dress has a sweetheart neckline and the material glides on the ground as I strut around. The blue dress on the other hand is strapless with elegant designs intricately sewn onto the midriff. This dress is rather short, with the thin material barely surpassing my knees.

"Why does it matter? It's just dinner with mom and dad," Ashton shrugs it off, as I stare at him in awe.

Our parents are very important members of the musical community, they're always busy. So when they invite Ash and I out to dinner it's a big deal. The last time we had a family outing was for Easter Sunday.