If you checked out the videos I linked to in the last chap… what did you think about the mash- ups?
Yay, I´ve passed 100 reviews.
"Hey Burt, had a good day?" I ran down the stairs to the living room, Burt had just arrived home, and in my hand I held the list, and a pen.
"Yeah sure. Which number on the list Is it time to cross now?"
"Number seven." I sat down in the sofa and laid the list on the table. "Have a boyfriend…. And I´m crossing it… right now." I crossed number seven. "Only six things left, next stop, sing and play the violin on a stage."
"I´m sure you could arrange with Mr. Schue so we can fix that when it´s time for sectionals."
"Yes, maybe." I said.
"Have Mr. Schue told you when it´s time for sectionals by the way?"
"Ehrm, no, but I think it´s gonna be held on McKinley. Are you coming to see it?"
"Of course we are, and before the boys went to the airport on Monday, they talked about going on early Christmas holidays, to come and see it."
"But they need to stay at the school for once, don´t they, I mean, they´ve already taken holidays once to come to my birthday."
"So I told them, but they said they would talk to their teachers anyway, they would call me when they know if they can come or not." I nodded.
"How did the competition work out by the way?" Burt asked.
"It went all right! Though I think the boys song were better than ours."
Later, the same (Thursday) afternoon.
I searched through all the piles of papers I had laying on the desk and the bedside table. I lifted them up, and out fell the envelope I had found in my dad´s mattress when we were at my old house. I fingered with it, than I took just that, and went downstairs. I took the pictures, one at the time from the envelope, I didn´t look at the pic, I just laid tem with the back of the photos up on the kitchen table. After all there were seven. I gripped the back of the chair I was leaning against, and…
"What are you doing?" Burt and Carole came walking from the living room door.
"I´m trying to find the courage to look at these photos. I found them in an envelope I found in dad´s mattress when we were searching through the house." I reached my hand through the first photo, and slowly turned it so I could see the picture. "That´s my dad and uncle, in their teens I guess."
"Aah, the happy eighties." Burt lifted the picture and took a close look.
"I guess."
"Looks like that if you look at the clothes and hair, and eighties should be the time when those two were in their elder teens or younger twenties huh?" I counted at my fingers.
"Yep, though I can´t be sure which age they´re at this photo, my dad never showed me any photos." I laid the photo of dad and uncle to the side, then I turned the next photo.
"This has gotta be an old photo" I said. "I think it´s at dad and uncle Wyatt when they were like, five and seven years old... And no one knew what they were growing up to be." I laid the photo to the side. And turned the next one.
"Mum´s and dad´s wedding." I said.
"So they were married."
"In fact, they still are, because as I know they never got a divorce, she just left." I shook my head a little, trying to shake the thoughts of me, and laid the picture to the side. The next two pictures were also from the wedding, the pic after that was the first photo that really caught my attention. It was a picture from , when mum had been pregnant. She laid down in the sofa, and dad had his head at her big stomach, it seemed like he was trying to hear heartbeats, or feel kicking. He had his face towards mum´s face, and they smiled at each other.
"Look at dad´s face," I said and pointed. "he had side- effects by trouble with alcohol already then." I checked the date at the back. "And this was taken before I was born, DAMN, he lied to me. He said it was because of me he started drinking… and I was stupid enough to believe him."
"Lex, when parents have such problems, it´s never, believe my words, NEVER, because of the children. Your dad have no one then himself to blame for what happened." I nodded.
"Guess I didn´t know that when I lived with him."
"Guess you didn´t." I sighed, and turned around another photo, when I looked at this, I didn´t know if I would laugh or cry, so I decided to just smile. It was the only photo I had ever seen from when I was younger than the school- age. On the picture, I was two years old, and held new- born Maddie in my arms, one year old Zeb sat next to me, and leaned over Maddie, in fact, we were both looking at her, and smiling, smiling really big. I showed it to Burt and Carole.
"Me, Zeb and Maddie," I said. "Only photo I´ve ever seen with all three of us in it." I laid it to the side, not knowing what else to say about it, and slowly turned the last photo. I checked the date and then I laid it down on the table.
"This was shooted on a trip with the school," I said. In October it was, a few of the teachers brought their cameras, and one man, he shooted this. I didn´t get the photo until a couple of months later, when Maddie had already been… killed. I didn´t want any memories of her, I was just… well, grieving I guess. So I left it on the kitchen table when I got home, and then I changed my mind, but when I came downstairs again, my dad had picked it up. I haven´t seen it since then…. Until now." I ran one hand through my hair, trying to save some time, so I could figure out what to say more about it.
The picture was shooted of me and Maddie, I had my arm around her shoulders, and my head held by hears, we were both laughing. For a split second I could almost hear the laughter from that day…. Just almost.
My lesson starts in two minutes, so I´ll have to stop there, but hope you like it. Preview for the next few chapters it that ND will start thinking about what songs they´re gonna do for sectionals.
Their lesson for the next three weeks (in the story, not reality) and during sectionals is songs that could be sung from Lex to her dad, so if you have any suggestions, just bring it on.
