Enough For Me

From Afar

Pepperland was always a joyous place to live.

I myself could not think of a time were I thought otherwise, besides the time the blue meanies tried to take this place over.

I grasp a large pink petal from the flower next to me. It was as soft as silk.

The two bands were getting ready to perform together. Even from where I was sitting, I could still see them.

The eight musicians all looked similar to each other, but I knew which person belonged to which band.

My focus was on The Beatles.

Sgt. Peppers lonely Hearts Club Band was good enough, but it was The Beatles that saved us from the blue meanies.

And he was one of the members.

I sigh.

Music.

Even after all these years, that word made me shiver.

When I was a young girl, I did not hold back my opinions about it.

"But dad, it's nothin' but noise!"

"Sophia, for the last time, it's not noise!"

Bless my father. He had no idea that it was actually more than just the ramblings of a five year old.

Everyone I know loves music. Even the blue meanies love it now.

I frown.

Yes, I, Sophia Annetion, a Pepperland citizen, hate music.

No, hate is not the right word.

I loathe music.

Now, yes, it is true that I was sad when the blue meanies took over, but I was sad at the fact that I couldn't live how I wanted to. There was no colour, no laughter, nothing.

It is those things that I love the most about Pepperland. And it was because of The Beatles that we were able to get them back. 

I focus my gaze on him.

He is smiling, looking over the huge crowd of people that had gathered.

Music is his life.

I feel my heart break a little.

How do I tell him that I love him even though I feel the exact opposite way about music?

I have kept this secret for my whole life. When I got old enough to know the severity of it, I started to pretend I liked it.

My parents were so proud of me when I did so.

I am teared out of my thoughts when I hear the beginning of a song.

"She loves you, yeah, yeah, yeah!"

I stop myself from covering my ears. 

There's no one around, so I could cover them if I wanted to, but, for him, I won't.

Should I even tell him?

No.

Who's to say that he won't turn me down because my thoughts about music? Besides, he doesn't need that kind of drama in his life.

He and his band think that Pepperland is a paradise.

It is, and I couldn't be the one to prove otherwise.

The song continues, and I feel tears start to fall from my eyes.

I'll never be able to tell him. 

The only person who I've loved this much in my life, and he is a musician.

Cruel irony, that is. Cruel, cruel, irony.

I take my hand away from the flower and place it on the ground.

Maybe, it is better if I don't tell him. 

I start to smile as more tears fall from my eyes.

He is happy now, happier than he's ever been in his life. And now, he will always have the happiness with him wherever he goes. 

And that is enough for me to be happy too.