I like putting my notice up here...I've been very busy and this chapter was sort of rushed, so forgive for spelling mistakes and stuff and I know this chappie is short, I'll try and make them longer.

Imari: Thanx for review

Darksaphire: I love long review so make them as long as you like I also love short ones and I'll let you know on the ideas.

TNTiggris: Ok...it was Ray's POV, his mom is using him as a shoulder actually everyone is using Ray as a shoulder to cry on, but if you don't understand just ignore it.

SchoolBordem: Thanx for review (as usual)

Forfirith-on-a-sugar: Johnny should be whipped for saying things like that about Kai, lets hope the hot-head doesn't get too hot.

Galy: I killed Ray's dad!!! All well, Robert's right I know his ways of teaching Johnny a lesson is crude but who cares as long as Johnny gets his ass whipped.

And a thanx to those I forgot about, sorry

Illusion of Confusion

He lay on his bed, staring at the empty ceiling, he heard her cry in her sleep, no one could comfort her shattered soul.

She gave her heart away for his father.

Now his father only gave grief.

The plane crashed in the middle of the pacific, a flight from New York on business, Ray sighed.

This was so confusing; he didn't know what to do anymore.

Everyone seems to be looking for help from him, Kai's operation, the money, the concert, the White Tigers new songs...everything seemed to be wrong.

Closing his eyes to stare into darkness Ray wondered whether his friends have troubles like these...probably not.

He listened to the open window, the trees rustled, the breeze blew his wind chimes, the cars drove past, and it was like music.

He remembered when he told Kai he didn't play music that was a lie, he did, he played his guitar, he sang.

His mother used to say how well he sang; now she won't even look at him in the eye, not after the cash.

He didn't have long, nine day's left, they didn't have enough money left, they needed a lot still, at the moment they had...2060 dollars they still needed...22940.

Sighing again he opened his eyes, he couldn't stand this confusion much longer.

He threw his blankets off stretched; he needed something to do, run?

He turned and looked at his digital clock, 1:50am to early for him to be awake.

He lay down in his bed, he felt uncomfortable, and the funeral was in two day's, he needed to get his life in order, for his mother, his friends and for Kai.

Especially for Kai

Later that day

Ray sat in the lounge, his mother still asleep, it was nearly noon, watching the TV, flicking through the channels not really paying attention.

And the phone rang.

Answering it, "Hello Ray Kon speaking who is this?"

"Hello Ray, this is Johnny McGregor from the Music Academy, you don't know me but I'd like to speak about something very important".

Johnny McGregor, that sounds familiar.

"Yes?" he answered uncomfortable by Johnny's tone of voice.

"I'd like to Duel Kai, in a music Duel, it works like this, we each play on thing from our heads, no music, and the to get a standing-ovation, you do know what that is"

Ray could almost see Johnny's smug look.

"Yes I do, and what do we get out of this Duel?"

There was a pause and Johnny finally said, "two-Thousand dollars"

Ray thought about and said, "I'll get in contact with you, I need your number though"

There was another pause and Johnny finally was speaking, "Ok Kon, my number is; 7188698, got that-good, bye-bye now, and take care", and Johnny hung up.

Ray replaced the receiver down and read through the number he had written down.

Kai's POV

The piano I'm sitting at is old and dusty, it makes me sneeze, it was recently tuned and I was here to test it, for more then one reason of course.

It was only me, the dust and this piano who I have now become recognizable with.

Sneezing for the fifth time I start to plat some old melodies I'd heard when younger.

Then, something amazing happens...I stop.

I feel something odd, new to me, I lift my hands from the keys remove my feet from the pedals, I sit up.

What is this new feeling, it's terrible, old yet new, I've felt it before, but what was it?

Anger

Happiness

Grief, yes grief, I felt sadness, a sob escapes my lips, tears start to form in my eyes, a sting began to grow in my heart, something was wrong?

Ray, something wrong with Ray, I know it, and I need to help him, like h helped me.

With Ray

Dear all

My father was a great, no, an amazing man.

He helped me when I was sick a tired, he helped my mother when she was weak and I was alone.

He was a remarkable person, and I know that, we all have been affected by his countless work in some way.

Ray paused from what he was doing, he was writing a speech he was to say at the funeral about his dad, the phone rang; his mother was in the shower.

Answering he hears Kai's voice.

"Ray, are you ok?"

"Um, sure Kai I'm fine what's wrong"

"N-Nothing, nothings the matter"

"Then why did you call"

"..."

"Kai?"

"I was worried Ray; I thought something terrible had happened to you"

"Like what"

"Something terrible"

Something did happen, my father died, Ray wanted to say it so badly but knew it would upset Kai and only Tyson knew of it at the moment, and he promise don't to tell anyone else, not just yet.

"Nothing's happened Kai, I promise, have you been practicing?"

"Yeah, I guess, do you want to come for lunch?"

Ray looked around and saw his mother walking down the stairs still looking tired and helpless.

"Maybe some other time, bye"

"Ok...Bye"

Ray hung up, he knew Kai was disappointed and made some food for his mother; no one spoke, then he got back to his work about his father, life was getting to confusing to handle.

Very boring chapter very stupid ending can't think of poem or find one in this whole world to suit it so I'll end it off with a quote or something.

Quote: Strength and courage aren't always measured in medals and victories. They are measured in struggles they overcome. The strongest people aren't always the people who win, but the people who don't give up when they lose – Ashley Hodgeson

Here's another one: Courage, sacrifice, determination, commitment, toughness, heat, talent, guts. That's what little girls are made of; to hell with sugar and spice – Unknown.

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