Kyle played well, and nobody knew it. The way he glided across the keyboard of the grand piano in the his parent's basement. How long he stayed up perfecting his timing for every exact key for every sound he heard every song he played. For five years he waited for someome to share the passion of instruments. He played many, the guitar, the flute, the violin, the harp, the chello, too many to process. If it made music Kyle played it. His favorite was his piano, and in a few days school would start. Senior year to be exact, and his schedual contained 2 classes of his beloved music. His friends never knew the passion he had, nobody actually came to his house he only went to theirs. Ending up with piano withdraw, it was like a drug to him. Maybe the passion he felt could be directed to someone with his love of music. They would be as passionate with him like he would be with them. Like how he felt as he perfectly played For Elise, his favorite Beetoven masterpeice. He wanted that, and that's when the classical, Evanescence, and bands like Paramore came. They sang and played so beautifully amost like the inflecton of classical in every piece. He dreamed he would possibly find somone to share that with him. He sang too, but he didn't know that a story of passion would start this school year. And it would bring out that passion and love he'd been waiting for. Something you can't do when you're a music lover and worst of all when you're ..gay. And Kyle was, he realized that not long after the music came. And so far tonight was like every night as Kyle played. He was lost in it, but this was different he felt as if he was being watched. He turned to look at his brother, Ike stood there his moth agape as to say something. "Hey uh Kye" he looked at the dirty basement carpet shyly. He was just like his brother, but he never knew Kyle played that piano. Ike was always away at his hockey practice. 'You play good" he was walking over. "Well you are never really here so i guess I am not too schocked you didn't notice" Kyle gave a light smile. "Can you uh...play more than this?" Ike was twidling his thumbs. "Yeah, I play many instruments" He looked him in the eye. "I thought you guys would catch on sooner but it was actually mom who did" he sighed. "Well uh dinner was ready and mom said you were down here" he looked at his brother whos hands were twitching as if he was playing. "Well I'll be up there in a minute" he looked at his feet. That was it, his brother without a word went up the stairs. He got up off the stool, and decided on dinner and an early night. Something rare, but he needed it.