Scomiche One Shots

Brother (pt.2)

"Why don't you guys stay here for tonight?"

They all look at each other from what I see in the kitchen, but agree, they set up the living room and watch television with them. I finish the dishes and walk up the twisting hallway to my little place. Only 2 bedrooms were on the top floor. When she moved out I made her room the studio. I walk into the studio and practice the melody and keys of the song.

taste the pain right on my tongue

Know what came to make me numb

Don't you worry cause the night is young

Dance until the morning sun

I play the keys of the song. Remembering the day I wrote it. It was during the summer. The day Ally came home. They all ganged up on me telling me how bad I was. I was pushed to the brink, I cut that day and locked myself in my room. Writing this specific song. I finish and breathe in relief as I sang it all right and played it all right. I lay my head against the piano

"It's not enough" I whisper to myself, sighing. They still wouldn't be impressed of me.

That's my problem.

I close the sheet of music and drop it on the desk. Walking out to grab some clothes, slipping on my pajamas, it was almost 8 and I was tired. I walk out and here chattering near my studio. I walk in to see the 4 people holding my sheet music.

"He..llo...." I say at almost a whisper, they all jerk their heads up and look at me with shock

"Oh! Sorry we just uh...heard you playing" the girl says

"What's this song called?" The tall black male says

"Love Again" I say quietly.

"It's beautiful." The blonde says

"It's not to special" I say forcing myself off the doorframe "it's just another song I've written"

"You have more!?!" The man with a low voice says

"Yeah...." I say looking at them "ally wrote music all the time didn't she?"

The look at each other

"Ally uh....she was close to getting kicked out. Her voice cracked, she didn't do well."

I stare at them in shock, but turn around to grab something

"That little bitch" I mumble

"What?" I flip around

"Oh it's nothing"

"Can we see your other songs?" The girl asks

"Hum, sure yeah. Follow me."

I lead them to my bedroom. I kept all of them on desks. It's covered with piles and piles of paper.

"I've really completed 5 or 6 but half-written so many it's not even funny."

They chuckle as I pick up the ones I've finished

"Uh, show you how to love, run to you, standing by, natural disaster and love again" I hand them the paper

"Would you like to...sing with us uh...." The blonde says searching for my name in his head

"Mitch" I say they smile "and sure, we can go into the studio

Pentatonix hadn't gotten that far. They couldn't get anywhere. We gather in a circle and start to sing show you how to love. It was....incredible. The blonde was just amazing. They all applauded for me when we were done

"I can't believe Ally never talked about you!" The girl says

"She uh...we never got along." I say shrugging

"She never got along with this amazing talent" the beatboxer says scanning my up and down

"She constantly judged me, they all do. I'm never good enough" I say flipping through me sheet music

"WHAT!" They all say loudly. I jump back

"They say your not good enough!?" The bass asks

"Well yeah.."

The all stand up

"We'll be right back...give us just a minute.."

What was this leading up to?