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M I K E
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I'm alone in the music studio with my bass guitar, to practice. The chords of Where Do Broken Hearts Go aren't that difficult, but I haven't been playing a lot of bass guitar lately, so my fingers have to get used to moving that fast and pressing so hard on the frets again.
It's slowly getting into my system to be playing the song and I'm glad for that, because Emely told me that her goal is to be able to play it next music lesson, which is Tuesday, while it's currently Friday. I have quite a lot of work to do, and if I don't do it now, I know I won't do it at all, as my weekends are quite busy with my job, bringing my sister to their volleyball and football games, my own football games and making the other homework.
I just started playing the second verse for the 5th time when the door opens and Nickson walks in. He's my favorite teacher, altrough he has some kind of low key weird clothing style, just like he's wearing a button up with a orange-brown pattern on it and black skinny jeans.
"Hey, Mike, what are you still doing here?" He asks, and of course he still asks, after having seen me stay behind countless other times to just have some time without my sisters or crappy parents who left me with the job of actually parenting while just putting all of their lives into their 'family' business.
"Just practicing for the band. We want to play on Tuesday, but it's kind of a difficult song to play, and I don't have a bass guitar at home." I say, while having a bass guitar at home. It's just seven years old and I am unable to actually tune it acceptable, which counts as not having a bass guitar, right?
"I see. You should probably leave soon trough, it's already 4 PM, and I know your last lesson ended at 2 PM." He says, what is in fact true, but I also don't care. My oldest sister, Amelie has a key to get her and the twins, Evan and Emma, in the house. They're old enough to entertain themselves, as long as I get them food before six.
"Yeah probably." not. I shouldn't have to do that.
"Okay, just tell me when you leave so I can lock the room. I'll be in my normal classroom grading a few papers and exams." mister Nickson continues, already knowing that I'll probably leave in another hour or so, but he doesn't mind.
I slowly start over again, playing the entire song over and over again, until I get tired of it, or until it's half past five and I have to go get food or my sisters and parents will be mad.
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"Mike!" Emma squeals when I walk in with a bag full of pizza and my school bag on my back. "Emma!" I reply. She runs towards me and I manage to put the bag down and pick her up on time.
"Where were you?" She asks, putting her small hands on my cheeks. "At school Emma. I was practicing for Tuesday. Do you remember what I'm going to do Thursday?" I say, waving to Amelie and Evan who were just walking in. "Yes! You were going to play your special guitar again!" She says, smiling proudly of herself.
"I am! Do you remember where the video is going to post?" I ask her, putting her down again so I can dump my bag full of books and put the pizza on the table, which has already been made. "YouTube!" Evan screeches. "You're right!" I say smiling at him. Amelie just quietly tells me that I should send a messages if I'm late again.
"I got pizza guys! Mom and dad messaged me and they're staying in their Edinburgh cabin again, so we're home alone tonight." I announce, opening the boxes and ushering Emma and Evan to their chairs, knowing Amelie will sit down herself.
