The Billionaire's Son

Calm and Collected

Chapter 4

Anthony's POV

I sat down at the only place that brought me joy anymore, the piano. I've been playing for years, my mother wanted me to start young so that I could have one instrument up my belt. This piano has helped me through so much. It's helped me destress, calm down, and fall in love. When I got extremely bored I would write out notes for songs, some channeling from anger while other channeled from sadness and stress. There weren't many songs that were happy ones, my mom liked the happy ones. They were more loaggoto and piano, while the other's were more staccato and forte. I pulled out one of my more happy songs, Sweet Summer Dreams. I don't know where these names came from but I liked them and that's all that mattered.

I looked over my three page piece and broke down the values, just so I could play this through without a complete mess in the middle. The middle was the hardest part and always fell apart, but when I was in a good mood those notes transferred to my fingers making the playing sound fantastic.

I started in my position and started playing. Everything making me happy and warm almost inside. The middle was coming up and I was going to play it right, jump an octave higher, hit the sharp, and come back down. I had finished and heard small claps from my mom.

"I missed you playing. I thought you didn't play anymore." She frowned. The one thing with my mom was that when something didn't go to plan, her life would fall to pieces. I started playing to take my mind off of it and so when my mom got better, she would have something to look forward too. I realized our life was falling apart when I saw my mom almost dead on the floor with a bottle of pills in her hand. I was thirteen and there's something about seeing your mom lying almost dead on the floor as a wake up call. So I took that and started to mature faster because my dad wasn't there most of the time. But that night when she did try, he always started looking after her more and making sure that it wouldn't happen again.

"I play when I'm bored or emotions flood my head."

She gave me a hug and didn't let go for awhile. We just kinda stood there, I knew she needed this because we all knew Carter wasn't going to be there for her.

"Your dad wants you, he said you would know."

Aubrey, that's what it was about. "Yes mom, I do. See you at dinner." I gave her a kiss on the cheek and walked to my dads at home office.

I sat down on one of the couches and waited for him to acknowledge me. "So how's it going with Aubrey?"

"Good I guess, we have a project together next week. She didn't seem too happy about it."

"That's why your teacher called, I didn't answer. But my PA did. But your going to make her feel happy and loved, she'll be all over you by the time your project is done."

"She's already over her new boyfriend, they've been a thing for two days. They've already made out." I look down at my phone because Timothy is texting me.

Timothy- bro, you will nvr guess what i just saw. Alex is cheating, your back in business now.

"Wait, no. Why?" Is all I can say.

"What?" My dad is clearly annoyed that I'm not doing anything about this problem, but I guess something is about to happen.

"He's cheating." A grin slowly forms on my face. My father stop typing and sits down next to me. He takes my phone out of my hand and looks at the text and starts typing.

Wth who?

"Wow, your using slang." I chuckle. He responds within seconds.

Brooke Miller. Coaches daughter.