Author's Note:
My shortest chapter to date, but a fun one to write nonetheless. This is how I've always pictured Virgil coping with Gordon's choice of "music". I don't know how often I'd be able to update from this point on, as I have a lot on my plate from work related boring stuff. I'm still working on expanding this series, though updates will be a lot slower from here. I ask for your patience, and please don't forget my story. Your likes, follows and reviews are always appreciated.
White Noise
Virgil gave up, it was too hard to concentrate on anything, with the annoying trash of what Gordon called 'music' blasting from his room, and filtering into the common wall they shared. He had long learnt that trying to get Gordon to turn down his music, always fell on deaf ears, quite literally. He glanced around his room, wondering what he could do to distract himself from the unbearable noise.
He glanced at the electric keyboard John had gotten him for his last birthday, it had a plug in for his headphones, so Virgil could compose his music in peace, without disturbing the rest of the family. Trust John to be have been so observant of his brother's needs.
Virgil had an idea. He grabbed the keyboard and his headphones onto his bed, with his spare sheet music and a pen. The beat was horrid to Virgil's classically trained ears, but the lyrics had potential. He just needed to rewrite the track…
He spend most of the day holed up in his room like this, he hadn't even noticed that the music from Gordon's room had stopped long ago. It was only when Alan knocked on his door to tell him that dinner was ready, that he realized how much time had passed.
He didn't follow or join in the usual family conversation at dinner, his mind still preoccupied with rearranging the notes and melodies in his head. He pushed his food around the plate in front of him halfheartedly, waiting to make his escape, so that he could finally pen the final notes to paper.
Virgil practically flew to his beloved piano, when Grandma Tracy finally allowed him to be excused. Pulling the music sheet he was working on earlier from his back pocket, he scribbled into it furiously like his life depended on it, afraid he might lose the notes if he didn't do so immediately. 'There… finished…' he thought proudly, as he glanced at the precious paper.
His fingers danced on the ivory keys, as he played out the melody out loud for the first time. Virgil was so engrossed in playing, he hardly noticed his other siblings walking into the lounge, to sit around the piano while he played, as they sometimes liked to do.
"What in the world?" Gordon said, as he picked up on the oddly familiar tune. "Is that…"
"Maybe?" Virgil teased his younger brother. "It's your fault that it's been playing in head all day."
Gordon made a face, "Trust you of all people, to put a classical twist to a damn dance anthem. God Virgil, you really do know how to ruin a perfectly good song, don't you?" he said, as he walked away disgusted, much to the laughter of the rest of the family.
Virgil smiled as he continued playing, it wasn't often that he one upped his brothers, but this was one minor victory he didn't mind relishing in.
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