𝒎𝒖𝒕𝒆⇾𝒇𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒆 ○°🎶

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.˚ ᵎ┊͙▸ finn
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Hello, my name is Finn Wolfhard.

I'm seventeen, I'm obsessed with music, I can play the guitar and the piano, and.. I'm mute.

Y'know, I don't talk. At all. Because I can't.

I haven't tried since I was about seven, which is when my dad passed away in front of my eyes.

How did he die, you might ask?

Automobile accident.

Pretty cliche, huh?

Well, somebody was going the wrong way on the highway and hit us head-on. Though my mom lived with some injuries, my dad... Well, it was gory, but he died a few minutes after the impact of blood loss.

Since the back of the car was fine, I could basically see everything going on in the front seat. I could barely notice the shard of glass lodged into my leg, which gave me stitches and a scar for the rest of my life.

I don't even like to think about what happened to my dad. It's... that horrid.

So instead, I never said a word about anything.

And now, ten years later, I haven't been able to speak. I can't physically get myself to talk. It's impossible.

Luckily, my mom and brother, Nick, learned sign language with me so they'd be able to know what I wanted to say.

My mom.. she spoils me, and I don't really like it all that much. I know she's only doing it because she feels bad for me as if me losing my voice is the worst thing ever.

It wasn't. Losing my dad was.

My mom started to provide me guitar lessons and piano lessons. After I completed those, I began to teach myself to play the drums.

Music is truly something I love. I wouldn't give it up for anything, even my own voice back.

Anyways, about a month ago, my mom discovered that my favorite singer was on tour. Her name is Millie Bobby Brown, but her stage name is Mills.

Without even asking me, my mom purchased front row tickets to the show.

Front. Row. Tickets.

I was taken aback, honestly. My mom never exactly let me go anywhere since she was anxious about anything happening to me.

And the thing that surprises me, even more, is that it isn't in the state. Ever since we moved to the United States after my dad died, we never left the state we're in, which is Delaware.

We're going all the way to Chicago to see Millie.

I think we're taking a plane too, and I'm terrified of planes.

But it's worth it.

I think the only bad part about this is being silent at a concert. I wanna shout the lyrics and be like everyone else, but I can't.

I've learned to accept this lifestyle. instead of speaking, I write down my thoughts or formulate them into lyrics that won't ever be vocalized.

"Finn, hurry it up, hon! We've gotta be at the airport in about thirty minutes!" My mom announces from downstairs.

I scramble and grab my suitcases and guitar before heading down to my mom. Yeah, I bring my guitar everywhere. My mom gave up on trying to persuade me to leave it here at home while we're out.

We both get into the car and put our things in the back seat. I think we're both prepared. Millie is a very well known singer and everyone has listened to her music.

Her voice is fascinating, and so is she.

I wouldn't call myself a superfan, but I'd really like to meet her just for the fun of it.

Unfortunately, I can't talk.

"Ready, hon?" Mom asks, glancing at me.

I nod in acknowledgment and turn on the radio.

80's music begins to whistle from the speaker. I'm not complaining, though.

As I mentally sing-along, I stare out the window and wait for us to arrive.

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After a lengthy airplane ride to Chicago, we get off of the airplane.

It's been hours of sitting on a plane and I'm honestly sick of it.

One of the flight attendants got mad at me because I wasn't telling her what drink I wanted. My mom had to clarify that I literally couldn't talk. That was pretty fascinating to watch. The flight attendant felt awful.

Besides that, the ride was exhausting and full of crying babies.

"The concert is tonight, Finn!" My mom grins at me, poking my side. "Smile a little!"

I'm attempting to, mother.

"We're going to take a taxi to the hotel, okay?"

I nod and grab my luggage and guitar case.

We leave the airport and take a taxi to our hotel like mom said we'd do.

We eventually get back and get up to our room.

I set my things down on my bed with a small smile, looking to my mom.

I sign a thank you once she glimpses at me.

She nods and smiles back at me.

"Start getting ready, son. We're gonna have to get going soon."

I excitedly dig through my clothes and find a nice outfit along with a brush.

After changing and styling my hair, I think I'm ready for tonight.