"Kasper, are you really quitting? "
"Quitting from what? My life? Are you sure I can?"
"I didn't mean that. But where are you going?"
"Orlan, I want a break... Really craving for this.."
"Okay... Where you wanna go?"
"I'm going Germany."
"Suddenly leaving your country? "
"Can't I?"
"Obviously but,tell me please if you're depressed. "
"No, I'm not.. Let me just go and relieve my heaviness."
"Okay... Take care.."It's been two years since Glarry died. I'm trying to escape from her thoughts. It seems too difficult.
"River flows in you " she said me to hear this.. Actually giving me peace. I can still imagine her face.. Can't forget that easily. I'm going to visit a musical school that is famous all over the world. That held in Germany. My new psychologist Orlan Hyrin, she always told me to hear music... Music can change one's personality.. So,why not?
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My life depends on me. There is no ruler in my life. I've my own liberty. It’s so peaceful, not? No one can tell you what to do or not to do. People will not know me with my surname only. They will recognize me with my own appearance.
After I was born, my father wasn’t so pleased with me. He some how expected another boy. Dhuh! I've already two elder brothers. He wanted another son. Like why? My father is kinda very wealthy. He has a lot of property, he even can't handle them along with my brothers. And my question is why he need a huge amount of properties. You are not going to take them with you when you’ll die? You eventually will die left your properties behind. Then why earn so much? Purchase only that you need.
Well let the topic be. I'm Necath __? I usually don’t use my surname. So let's not talk about surname *_*
I live in Germany. The rest of my family lives in The New York City. My mom comes after two or three weeks to see me. If I gain weight or if I've pimples xD.. Sorry I was joking. Currently I'm studying about music. Specially piano. In the best music school in Germany. I actually want to live my life fully. I don't wanna spend my life with the smell of money. What is my personality type? I still don't know if I'm extravert or introvert."Necath?"
An old woman called her name from behind.
"Oh, miss Amane?"
"You were talking to yourself again?"She laughed out. And replied,
"Oh no,i was making a biography of myself."
"Audio biography?"
"Yes. I'm going to upload it on my new vlog. "
"Okay dear. Do as you please. I'm here to tell you that your father want you to go New York and visit him."
"Didn’t you say I've exam next week. How will I go?"
"He doesn’t seem to listen me."
"Okay okay. I'll send him an email. "
"Why don't you call him?"
"Horrible! How can I?Every time I called him he started scolding me. "
"Okay then.. I've appointment today. The doctor will go Switzerland for some months. So I won’t have another chance for months. Take care dear.."
"Is your spine aching again? Do rest properly. Okay?"
"I understand. "Let me tell who Miss Amane is. After elementary school I came here in Germany to live. My mom said she no longer can stay here. Her husband told her to go back with me. But I refused. I had to learn so many things related to music so I had decided to stay here. From then to now on, Miss Amane is taking care of me. She is my only guardian here..
"I've recorded too much today. My next piano exam is kinda hard. I've to gave a grand play and if I've been selected then I've to play another one. And the teacher will give me mark. I still didn't selected any piece. Kinda confused. "
Time skip..
Dear passengers.. After 10 minutes the plane will take off.. We want you to be prepared perfectly. Switched your phone in airplane mode. And knot your seat belts. Thank you .
"Germany.. I'm coming.I'll start the new me with you. Don't know how or got no plan but maybe with music. I wish, my life this time behave fairly "
To be continued...
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River Flows In You
General FictionYou are just too young to find the Senses in your life Looking for something else like the Dream that you have Filled your life with something Else like teardrop in your eyes Who does care what you are while The river flows in you? . . . I used to c...