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"Virgil?" I walked into the music room. Normally this was Virgil's territory but it seemed like everywhere I went people were wanting to know how I was. This room was empty and no one would find me here.
One of my best friends was killed in a bus accident. I myself was there but all I got was a bump on my head and a few scrapes and bruises. That´s why did dad picked me up from school two weeks before Christmas. Even John came down from five to support me. It was all very sweet off them but I got crazy from all those around me. Worried.
I closed the door behind me and locked it. Virgil did that when he was working on a project and didn´t want to be disturbed.
Doubting I sat at the piano. Gently I pressed the first key. It sounded so good. So pure. Soothing. With eyes closed, I played some of my favorite songs.
The feeling that you're so ... you know?
The only thing is you and the piano. Music is your breathing, your heart. It is the only thing that matters.
I added words to the piano and sang all the emotions away.
'All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places - worn out faces
Bright and early for their daily races
Going nowhere - going nowhere
Their tears are filling up their glasses
No expression - no expression
Hide my head I want to drown my sorrow
No tomorrow - no tomorrow
And I find it kinda funny, I find it kinda sad
The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you, I find it hard to take
When people run in circles it's a very very
mad world mad world
Children waiting for the day they feel good
Happy birthday - happy birthday
Made to feel the way that every child should
Sit and listen - sit and listen
Went to school and I was very nervous
No one knew me - no one knew me
Hello teacher tell me what's my lesson
Look right through me - look right through meAnd I find it kinda funny, I find it kinda sad
The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you, I find it hard to take
When people run in circles it's a very very
Mad world . . . world
Enlarge your world
Mad World'
Immediately my fingers went to the next song I had in mind. They played the piano like it was nothing. amazing.
let it go,
let it roll right off your shoulder
don't you know
the hardest part is over
let it in,
let your clarity define you
in the end
we will only just remember how it feelsour lives are made
in these small hours
these little wonders,
these twists & turns of fate
time falls away,
but these small hours,
these small hours still remainlet it slide,
let your troubles fall behind you
let it shine
until you feel it all around you
and i don't mind
if it's me you need to turn to
we?ll get by,
it's the heart that really matters in the endour lives are made
in these small hours
these little wonders,
these twists & turns of fate
time falls away,
but these small hours,
these small hours still remainall of my regret
will wash away some how
but i can not forget
the way i feel right nowin these small hours
these little wonders
these twists & turns of fate
these twists & turns of fate
time falls away but these small hours
these small hours, still remain,
still remain
these little wonders
these twists & turns of fate
time falls away
but these small hours
these little wonders still remain
"I didn´t know you could play." Virgil said when the last note faded away.
I jumped up, startled. Virgil sat on the couch with his head leaning on his hands. I looked back at the door. That was just closed. "How did you come in?"
"Gordon likes to lock doors so that no one can come in or out. I always wear spare keys with me, incase he tries to lock me up in here. Where did you learn to play?"
"you." I shrugged my shoulders and wanted to go towards the door.
"Wait sprout. I never learned you anything?" I stood still and kept silent. Virgil sighed before he took my hand, pulled me to a seat and sat down beside me. "You can talk to me now, or you could face Scott and Dad who are breaking down the house looking for you. If you talk to me, I´ll explain to them that you need time. That's what you want. Just to be left alone? "
"I like to watch you play. Now I can almost dream it, all the numbers you played. The rest is just by hearing."
"It helps, doesn´t it? the idea that there is nothing but the sounds." I nodded. "When Mom died all I could do is play. But it's only a delay. Someday you'll have to face reality. You've lost someone. Someone dear. Someone important to you. Something things let you forget it for a moment but it always comes back. You can´t bottle it all up."
"I miss him so much." Sobbed I and I found myself pulled to Virgil with his arms protectively around me. "He pushed me away and thereby saved my life. How can I ever be a Thunderbird as my life has to be saved? It's my fault. I had to save him."
"Alan, I'm going to tell you what dad said to me. You can´t save everyone. No matter how brave you are. Even though it's someone you love. Who you would give your own life without second thought. It's not your fault. The drunken man behind the wheel is the blame. And the Thunderbird part. Scott's life was saved, he was under fire in Afghanistan. Two men died saving his life. John was stuck in the space station after he had made a mistake in the system. Gordon had the WASP crash. Dad has a car accident. "
"And you?"
Virgil took his pants down so I could see a burn on his lower back. "A house was on fire and I was right in the middle. Even the rescuers sometimes need a rescue. "
"auw." I muttered and Virgil pulled his pants up again.
"Sometimes the only way to make bad things real is to work with it. Take this, and let it make you stronger. You'll need help, but you still have four older brothers who want to help you." He pulled me against him and I wrapped my arm over his shoulder. His arms lifted me up and I buried my face in his shirt. "I think we better go to the living room. The rest will now have beyond freaked out."
But my eyes closed before we were at the door and lay my head against Virgil's warm comfortable shoulder.
...
"Mr. Tracy. There's someone at the door that demands to speak to you." The headmaster came into the classroom. "He said it was an emergency? He came to pick you up."
Afraid I stood up. Did anything happen to my brothers while they were on a mission? Was it Dad? Someone seriously ill? Several horrible images and ideas came up. The worst was the first, I had to grab a weekend bag for a few days. I didn´t even know who was there waiting for me.
The headmaster escorted me to the gate, and when I saw who was waiting, I dropped my bag and ran to my big brother to hug him. "Gordon, what happened?"
"I'll explain everything later sprout." He said, ruffling my hair. "But we must hurry now. Thanks for bringing him out sir."
My headmaster nodded, "Good luck Mr. Tracy. With whatever it is." And turned around. Gordon grabbed my bag and pushed me into his car.
"Gordon what is going on. Has something happened? Went Something wrong during the mission? It´s Scott isn´t it? Otherwise he would have picked me up. Please tell me no one died ..."
"Easy Sprout. We have to hurry but everyone is okay. "
"What is it!" Every second I became more frightened about the fate of my brothers.
"It´s two weeks ago that I had a hamburger or france fries!" Gordon shouted out. Suddenly I got it.
"This is all because you´re hungry?" I looked at him in disbelief. "I´m almost convinced that half my family died in a tragic accident and you tell me that all this is because you´re hungery and want a hamburger?"
"Yeah, yes I am and Dad gave me the weekend off to do something for myself. I have booked a hotel at Disneyland and you'll be back at school on Tuesday. "
"What did you tell school?" I doubt that I get day´s off for Disneyland.
"Emergency at Dad's office. The whole family is needed in an emergency situation." Gordon smiled his evil grin. "I'll call Dad tonight to explain where you are."
"Oh so you're in so much trouble." I laughed and put my sunglasses on. Relieved that everything was okay with my brothers and excited for a long weekend with just my twenty year old brother and me.
Gordon turned the music up and the roof open.
This is going to be a fantastic weekend.
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As promised Gordon and Virgil memories XD I love to write little Alan story´s.
I want to thank everyone for their revieuws. I love them!
Next chapter, Patrick offers someone a deal.
I´ll update soon. pinky promise
xoxox Flora