My Silent Words

Chapter 30 - Competition starts Now! (2)

Alexander's POV

“Now, it's time for the piano category!” the emcee stated making me feel more anxious in every ticking second of the clock. I'm very nervous– no. I'm scared. Scared of making a mistake once I'm up there. I'm scared of what these people think of me once I make a mistake.

What if I press the wrong key? The wrong chord? The wrong piece? What if I'll just embarrass myself up in front of the whole school? What if– I was brought out of my thoughts as I feel a tap on my shoulder. Turning around, I saw Isaiah with a more worried expression than before.

“Alex, please answer this question honestly.” A state of nervousness ran inside every nerve in my body causing me to think such things. “Are you okay?” he asked me in a worried tone while I was lurking inside his oceanic orbs. It took me a few seconds to process his words until I concluded with a firm nod.

“Are you sure?” I nodded again but he still doesn't want to break the eye contact.

“You were shaking the hell out and fidgeting your thumbs in a very nervous manner. What are you worried about?” I didn't answer his questions because I'm too guilty to speak.

“Are you worried of making a mistake?” he asks and I nodded slowly.

“Thought so.” he says and paused a bit before continuing. “Hey, you know what?” I turn to look at his blue orbs once more. “You'll do great up there. Don't worry, I know you'll rock that piano up there” he says pointing at the piano now settled on the table on stage “and finish that piece perfectly. I know you can do it. There's nothing to worry about. All those contestants here?” he says pointing at the back to reveal some piano contestants sitting comfortably on their seats “they're no match for Alexander the great.” we chuckled at the sudden nickname.

Alexander the great? Do I look like a mother fucking greek god from centuries ago who knows how to play the piano that people talk about but doesn't even exist?

He stops laughing and we go back to being serious. “Seriously, Alex. There's nothing to worry about. You're good at it, you'll rock that piano, you'll kick those asses back there and you'll win us a trophy.” he ends with a smile then pats my back gently.

“Thanks” I whispered.

“No problem” he replied back.

“Let the competition Begin!” the emcee announced.

A strike of anxiety flooded my body again. I can feel my body shake once more but suddenly stopped once I feel a hand on my left arm. Isaiah squeezed it a bit and I jolt back at the sudden action. “Don't worry. You'll do fine, Just breathe. Inhale” I do as what I was told. I took a deep breath sucking all that anxiety. “Exhale” I then slowly release the trapped air. “Feel any better?” I nod with a smile.

“Contestant number 1, please come up on stage.” the emcee announced followed by a round of applause from the audience and a boy in round thick glasses has blonde hair styled in a neatly manner, blue long sleeves, black denim and some nikes to suit his outfit came walking towards the stage.

As he reaches the center stage, he starts to comfortably sits on the chair and slowly places his finger on the piano. As he begins playing his piece, I immediately recognize the title of the song. From the very first key he pressed in that piece, I can't be wrong in my guessing.