Category : Books-Fiction

Sub Category : Romance

Chapter 01

Have you ever heard that quote that life is like piano key? 

"Life is like a piano. The white keys represent happiness and the black represent sadness. But as you go through life, remember that the black keys make music as well."

By Bang Yongguk

Yes I know inspirational right, but I know a person who played the piano like the actually thing but he didn't like this quote; he hated it actually because it seemed like his life was only made of black keys. He was never good enough for his parents; he could never live up to his older brother and the piano who the hell wants to play that god forsaken instrument.

Revolting, right?

But he like it and was ridiculed for it. That guy was... me. Bet some of you had figured that out already. When people hear this they tend to pity me and feel sorry for me. People tend to believe 'Oh he's just a misunderstood musician' and to does people I am not a misunderstood musician. I am just hated. It's as simple as that. I don't want any of that pity shit from you, you hear. I'm telling you my story because I know you won't pull that kind of shit with me, and really I just want someone to vent to. 

Good. Now with that out of the way where do we start? Oh I know, when I meet her girl who didn't know me, and this is a big part because come on who does know me. 

I'm John Peters for god sake. The 'misunderstood musician'. So we're starting from there. We're gonna skip the tragic back story and all that depressing stuff. But who am I kidding we both know that you'll hear about my other issues at a later date. Now that I have taken up enough time on myself let get this story started.

October. It the month of many different things, like, Halloween, that time when you get new clothes because the place feels like frost bit you in your ass. But for me it was the month my life changed, and not in the way I wanted.

October that was the month I met her. The month I'd always remember the day she came into my life. Emily Spring. Funny isn't her name. Spring and yet it was the season of autumn she made the most impact. Something else happens in this month but I'll leave that for later. So I was on my way home to be ridiculed by my parents after piano class, and no I know what you're thinking I'm not a student there, come on a world renowned piano player like myself still a student stop kidding yourself. I was teaching. Crazy I know. A famous person myself but I liked seeing the little kids eyes light up when class began and when I would play for them. Okay I'm getting off topic. It all started on a Tuesday, I was walking out the gates when I saw her. She was across the street by the playground. Now this confused me to no end a young woman in her early twenties or what I assume was her early twenties, was in an elementary school playground. At first I thought she was waiting for a child but as the children had gone home by this time I quickly cancelled that option out. Another thing is that she was sitting on the swing crying. I know you're thinking already. He was a great, brave and valiant young man so we went over to the crying girl. He then proceeded to swipe her off her feet, take her home and then they fall madly in love. Well that not what happened. The first thought in my head was, 'Now why the hell should I help her?' Yes I know I'm an ass but that the times I didn't know she would be really important to me. So you know what I did I changed my mind and decided to be a good person, so I walked around the road and I comforted her like any good person would because I knew that it was the right thing to do.

Like hell I'd do that. Nope I just turned around walked over to my car and drove away happily not even looking back. I'm and asshole and I'm proud. Hey don't judge me this is my story god damnit you can't judge me. Plus I never said that I was a good person, now did I? Alright so this routine went on for a couple of days I think. I would go to the school assist in teaching and then begin to walk over to my car see her sitting, cry then hop into my car and drive the hell away. Not even glancing back at her. 

Now I was a Friday afternoon and I was really rushing because I had a concert that day that my parent and older brother would be at and I knew if I was late they'd be pissed. It was that thought that made me stop and smile. Just the thoughts of pissing them off made me just have to do it. Why does I care if they get pissed they never cared if I did, so I did the only logically thing I could in that moment I began to take my cool time. When I was out the gate and walking my car, I looked up and saw her again sitting her in a green dress draped over her small body with no shoes on. Her ash blonde hair wasn't in her usual pigtails like they had been for the past few days. But as always she was crying. Doesn't his girls ever run out of tears, isn't she dehydrated and who the hell wears a dress to come outside at nearly five in the evening? Well apparently she did. And I don't even know what made me stop but the next thing I knew I had cross the road was standing in front of her. I don't know if it was pity or if I was just tired of seeing her sitting and cry, but I did know I want to what the hell she was wearing. And that exactly what I asked.

'What the hell are you wearing?'

I'm not kidding that was the first thing out my mouth and apparently it also scared the hell out of her, causing she fall off the swing. And me being the mature 23 year old man that I am I watched her and broke down laughing. But in my defense it was funny. After I regained control of my laughter I looked down to see her still on the ground.

'What are you still doing down there? Stand up.'

I know I'm an ass right but I did hold out my hand for her, but know what she did she ignored it and stood up. She ignored my hand, my beautiful expensive hand. I knew I should have thought of her falling and her crying. But my hands are an important matter.

'Right, now as I was say before you so rudely fell, what the hell are you wearing?'

She looked down as if just realizing that she barely had anything on and the first words out of her mouth and I quote,

'Where the fuck did I leave my shoes?'

No kidding. That's what she said.

'I could ask you the same thing, but instead I'll ask something different. Where the hell is your jacket do you not feel the coldness out here?'

Looking up at me her blonde hair moved out of the way so that I could see her steel gray eyes. Her steel grey eyes were Incredible and breathtakingly beautiful.

'I left it at the place that I was staying when I ran out. And I'm sure as hell am not going back by that asshole to get it."

'Why did you run out especially at this time of night?'

'Cause my boyfriend was gonna rape me. Well ex-boyfriend anyway'

I have to pause, she said this like it was a normal everyday thing to say and it was then I knew I had fucked up. I knew should have walked and gone in to my car and drove far way. I mean who would want that kind of baggage. Not me. Plus she ignored my hand. Good going Peter you just had to go talk to the girl with the huge baggage and the crazy rapist boyfriend. Oh, sorry ex-boyfriend.

But of cause my mouth move before my brain and I ended up asking,

'So where are you gonna for now?'

'Don't know; just know I'm not going back there?'

'You got any kind of family that lives around here? I can give you a ride'

Look at me being all good and chivalrous. 

'Nope. '

What?

'Friends?'

What the hell.

'Nope I'm kind of a sad case.'

'You sure as hell are.'

And then once again my mouth decide to do his own thing and five minutes later me and Emily were both in my car driving toward my concert. You know the one that I was late for and Emily sure as hell wasn't dressed for.