Some days, Jack and Brooklyn would hang out inside the older brunette's room to have their own 'show', as they like to call it.
This is where they share the best moments, in the Irish boy's opinion.
Brooklyn was the one in charge of strumming the guitar, which was too big for him to play, but then again, the brunette didn't let that fact from stopping him.
If truth be told, the child, even at his early age, can even play a bit of the piano, the ukulele and a little bit of drumming---but his passion truly lies with the guitar.
Jack, on the other hand, admits that he was nowhere as gifted as his friend---he doesn't even know how to play most of those instruments, well, except the basics of the acoustic guitar.
Nevertheless, the Irish boy partook in their 'show' through vocal leading, and helping Brooklyn carry the guitar.
He helped the smaller boy in lifting the instrument, holding the head part while the older brunette stand in the middle, playing as best as he can---where he would try to reach the end of the neck and frets with his short arm while his other arm tries to strum the strings.
It was an awkward position, Jack honestly thinks, with the two of them having to stand so awfully close just so they could play, but Brooklyn never once complained about it.
So, Jack didn't, too.
And it worked, anyway.
The moment that the older brunette starts to strum his guitar, Jack and Brooklyn forgets about the world---as the two are setting off to their own.
Jack's voice, blending with the older boy's, will reverberate through the room as they feel Brooklyn's single bed shifting into an amphitheater---the bedroom lamps turning into spotlights, the bed becoming a high-platform stage, and the stuff toys, dolls and figurines littering the floor, transformed into more than a million cheering fans.
The two of them sang at the top of their lungs, without a care in the world.
Brooklyn's mother totally loves these performances, too.
Unbeknownst to the two of them, she would hold her camera recorder and secretly filmed them through a small, open gap in Brooklyn's bedroom door.
This was one of the rare times that the two of them don't argue---but what Jack truly loved about these performances, is how Brooklyn gets so lost on his own tune of music.
Once the smaller brunette holds that guitar with his small yet nimble fingers and his mouth opens to sing off lyrics from songs he knows by heart, his eyes would light up with a bright shimmer---brighter than all those times he opens presents on his birthdays, brighter than all those times he'll win those little debates he and Jack has, brighter than all those times he'll hear his mother cooking his favorite meal---brighter than anything at all.
And for that, Jack was truly grateful.
He was thankful that he had the chance to meet and befriend a wonderful and talented boy named Brooklyn Wyatt.
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