Chapter 9: Questions
--Edward's Point of View--
I didn't see her as much as I used to.
I would still hear her play the piano beautifully but I never had the time to stop by. Neither did she. We were too busy with the competition next week.
I was serious about this. I needed to prove myself to my father and everyone else. I had to make a name for myself. I had to step out of his shadow. I had to be better than him in all ways possible.
I already prepared my piece: Bach's Air on the G string.
I wondered what my siblings would be performing. There was Alice with the Flute. But knowing Alice, she wouldn't really get herself into this. She was better off doing something else rather than proving herself in some lousy competition. She knew her worth and was confident in her skills.
There's also Rosalie with the clarinet. But I believe that she does not really mind winning this. She simply loves to enjoy her music. She didn't have to prove herself to anyone, she was contented with the way she was.
Then there's Jasper with his contrabass. Well, I don't really know if he's serious about this as I am. Assuming his easy going, calm and composed nature, I really don't think he'd stress himself just for this.
And lastly, there's Emmett with the trombone. I know Emmett very well. He loves sports more than his trombone. I can guarantee that he won't be of any threat.
So that settles my problem. I reflected about it: Why were my siblings so indifferent about this? Was I the only one serious about this? Was I the only one against my father? Was I the only one willing to make a name for myself rather than "Carlisle Cullen's Son"?
And another thing hit me: Why the violin? I knew that my dad could've chosen any of my siblings to play the violin but why me? Did I have the talent? The potential? What did he see in me? Why was I on the spotlight?
Frustrated, I picked up my violin and starting practicing. I had so many questions left unanswered. And I wasn't even sure if they were ever going to be answered.
Why did I always have to conform to my father's wants? Why couldn't I decide for myself? Why did I have to maintain his legacy? Why is he the one controlling my life?