Hi... Umm, I-I wrote this a while ago and... I have nothing else to say. Except that this is sort of an adaptation to the movie Whiplash with the characters of the HTTYD movie series and with a few twists. So I own nothing, and there is a warning since, even if this is rated T there are gonna be spoilers for the movie by Damien Chazelle, Whiplash.

And... If you have no seen it, I hardly recommend to leave this story and go watch it before reading this since, well, it's one of my favorite movies of all time and I would feel awful if any of you guys missed out on the experience because of this writing... Besides, this doesn't follow the entire thing.

Now that you've been warned,as wise Ruffnut said once, no more further "adieus."

Enjoy the show… Story.

I own nothing but the idea to do it.

Characters belong to the creator of How To Train Your Dragon and the story belongs to the creators of Whiplash.

Except for the twists of course.

Chapter 1: The beginning… I think

It all happened in a blink of an eye… Well, maybe not that fast, but it sure felt like it since I don't really understand how it happened. I was just playing the drums in my usual practice room, when suddenly he came.

"Oh, dad! Uh, I-I'm sorry. I-I'll just, um-"

"No, stay." Said my father as he entered the room I was in. He kept on staring at me in a very awkward way. Who am I kidding? Anything that has to do between my father and I is awkward. So awkward that I always try to come up with something, so I can leave those uncomfortable moments.

But before I could come up with an excuse, he asked me something that I didn't understand since I was still looking for a reason to leave.

"Uh, sorry, what'd you say?" What an idiot I am. He huffed to me and repeated himself.

"I said, did you know I'm looking for players?"

Even when he repeated the question, the words were still kind of foreign to me. I mean, we barely talk to each other, and now he was introducing me to his musical life; which he never talks about.

"I, uh." He scoffed at my response. Guess "uh" isn't an intelligent answer after all.

"Forget it," he said, " just keep playing would ya?" He was taking his coat off as he said his wishes. I started on playing again.

"Show me your rudiments." He ordered, so I did as I was told.

It felt kind of weird to be playing in front of my father. He was always busy at Shaffer conservatory of music, being a conductor and all. That and his big obsession of meeting or making- I don't know what crap about the next great thing. I'm nothing compared to that dream in his eyes. I was just his untalented, useless toothpick, excuse for a son.

"No it's double-time, double it." He ordered again. I wasn't sure of what he meant when he said to "double it", I was doing exactly that and didn't need a reminder of what a double-time is and how it's done.

"Faster. Faster," he said, now demanding.

What happened next has happen ever since I started playing the drums, I just… How do I describe it? I felt as if the drums were taking over my upper body and… Sort of, went nuts with it and kept on playing what I knew. I was out, I only had the notes of the piece I was playing pictured in my mind.

How good it felt, I was back on my zone, also known to anyone else as the happy place. Only the drums and I, how good it felt. So good I had forgotten that my dad was watching me. Maybe he was trapped with me in the zone, and maybe he was feeling what I was. And if that was happening, was it possible that he was actually seeing for what I really was. That I was more to what the eye tells everyone of me, that I was not a toothpick but a passionate musician, that I was his son!

With a new found hope, I looked up to see if my father was for the least impress by my little performance.

I stopped playing and notice I was smiling, since when I looked up, I felt it go away.

Where there was supposed to be a very tall, bulky man with red hair and matching beard, was instead empty space.

He wasn't impressed, nor disappointed. He wasn't talking, nor did he scoff. He wasn't happy, nor mad. He…

He wasn't even there!

Just as me with "my happy place" case, he came by, forgot he had a son, and left! But at the end it's all-

CRACK!

Was that the door?

It was!

Maybe it was dad! Maybe he was going to complement me or say some encouraging words like, "keep on going, son", or maybe, "good job." Just to hear him talking to me as his son would make my world flip in joy.

He doesn't usually-scratch that, he never says stuff like that, but its good to keep hope.

Bad news is, I was completely wrong except for the part that it was my father.

"Oh, Odin," he exclaimed as he got to the room, only to get his coat. "Almost forgot about it. Uh yeah, kid," my full attention was on him. He has called me kid ever since ever, so I didn't care for that part of his speech. I wanted to hear what he would say next. Maybe, just maybe, he was going to sa-

"I'll see you for dinner tonight." He said as he left the room.

I looked down to my shoes in depression, and wonder how could I be so stupid at 19. Of course he wasn't going to say something nice to me, he never does. Never has and never will, that was the plain, cruel reality.

Screw it!

I'll just keep playing to cheer me up, but… Why doesn't he say something father-like?! How hard is that?! How hard is it to say "well done"?! How hard is it to say "nice job"?! How hard is it to just say "hi, son"?!

He has never said stuff like that. He doesn't even call me son. For crying out loud! I bet that if I wasn't living in the same building as he does, he would have long forgotten he had a son named Hiccup Haddock.

But he'll see, he'll see what I'm capable of. I'm going to show him when the Gods decide it's the time.

I'm already good now, so next time I'm going to make him see that I am really his son, like it or not!

I seriously don't know what to say but thank you.

Thank you, for given this story (and me) a chance. I'm seriously afraid of how this will end up, but I'm also tired of going safe.

I just hope that you liked it, and if you do you need to be warned, warned that I don't have this story completely plan out. However, I do have ideas and chapters ready to be transferred into the computer and to fanfition.

I hope you enjoyed this piece of crap, lol.

And thanks to those that reviewed my one-shot I'll love you long after you're gone; you guys were the very first people to comment a story of mine, and I have to admit that they were really a trigger to a bullet. A bullet of full dose of fangirlism.

And thank you hunterBAUagentavenger and McKenna for your comments as well, you guys know I just wuve you too much. And thank you for your support.

Thanks again and have a good New Year's Eve!

(I literally just notice that is 12:01 A.M. for 31 of 2015. Boy am I silly)