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The Holmes family was a relaxed one, but it did have some rules. You had to play at least one instrument, it could be anything you wanted but you had to be able to play it. When Sherlock and Molly had first started to think about the rules that they would surround their family with they came up with a simple idea. You had to play one sport and one music, or two music. Needless to say all three of the Holmes boys knew how to play two instruments. They all knew how to play the violin, they had seen their father play it all through out their childhood and it was a no brainer that they would learn it. They all didn't agree on the second one though. They all took a different approach, one logical, one romantic, and one odd-ball as is expected.

Wellington: guitar

"Hey little bro, I want to practice my song for Jillian" Wellington said to his brother. Livingston picked up his body and rested it on his elbows.

"So, why do you need me" he asked.

"I need someone to play the violin" he said.

"You can play the violin" Livingston said. Wellington leaned over Remington's bed and gave Livingston a thump on his forehead.

"Oww"

"That's for being stupid, how am I supposed to play the violin when I'm playing guitar you Anderson" Wellington said. Livingston sighed and rolled off of his bed.

"Fine" he said as he reappeared with his violin case. He pulled out a beautiful, black, and pricey French violin. Wellington pulled his guitar case out from under his bed. He pulled out his awesome Gibson hummingbird and went back to his position on the bed. Livingston played a few notes and Wellington tuned his instrument.

"What song are you even doing" Livingston asked.

"Yesterday" replied Wellie, Livingston rolled his eyes.

"Seriously your going to play Yesterday to Jillian" he asked.

"Yeah I am so shut your trap, you wouldn't have the guts to sing to Heather so shut" Wellington said.

"Are we doing the whole song" asked Livingston.

"No I just need it go over the first part" he said. Livingston shrugged is shoulders and put his violin in position.

"Ready" Wellie asked.

"One...two..three" Livy counted down. It's started off slowly with Wellington strumming off a few notes here and there making the nessicary chord changes, as he sang

Yesterday

All my troubles seemed so far away

Now it looks as though they're here to stay

Oh I believe in yesterday

Then Livingston came in on his violin.

Suddenly.

I'm not half the man I used to be

There's a shadow hanging over me

Oh yesterday came suddenly

Wellington had to admit, Livingston was good. He was better than Remmy and himself and he had the less amount of experience.

Why...she...

Had

To

Go

I don't know she wouldn't say

I...said

Some

Thing

Wrong

Now I long for Yesterdaaaayyyyy.

Wellington stopped and so did Livingston.

"We'll done Brotha" Wellington said.

"I know I'm good you don't have to keep reminding me" Livingston said.

"Oh shut up"

Remington: Piano

"Have I ever told you that I play piano" asked Remington. Pricilla turned to him.

"No you haven't, I though you played the violin" she said.

"Yeah it's a silly rule my parents have" he said.

"Doesn't sound silly to me, your well versed in the arts and that's a valuable thing to posses" she said.

"Does sounding like a rich snob come naturally to you or do you practice in front of a mirror" he asked teasingly.

"It's hereditary" she replied. Remington gave her a fake 'aha' face. They sat there for a moment just doing nothing, but that didn't last for long.

"Oh come on Remington, there no way you know how to play the piano. No parents are going to send their kids to two music classes" she said.

"Two music classes, three language classes, and we still had time to learn the science of deduction. How else are you supposed to keep three boys occupied" Remmy asked.

" I don't know, play with them" Pricilla said.

"You act like we never saw them, we only had a class a day during the week. The weekend where ours to do what we wanted" he said.

"I'm sorry but there is no way you did all of that when you where little" she said.

"mon nom est Remmington Holmes

Als ich ein Kind war, konnte ich mehr als eine Sache zu einer Zeit, zu lernen

a differenza di alcuni che si chiama Pricilla" he said

"Way did you just say" she asked.

"Google it" he said.

"It still doesn't prove you can play piano, or does it" she said. Remington got up.

"Do you want me to prove I can play piano" he asked.

"I've been waiting for you to say that for 5 minutes" she said as they rushed off to find a nearby piano. They strolled through London and finally came upon a music shop and they both walked in. In the center of the room was a beautiful white, baby grand piano. Remington walked over and sat himself down at it. A worker walked over it them and introduced himself.

"Hey would you mind if I tried this out" Remmy asked.

"Not at all sir" the clerk said. Remington looked at Pricilla.

"Oh, Pricilla I'm going to need someone to sing for me, I refuse to play without your accompaniment" he said cheeringly. He knew that she could sing, but he also knew she was shy about it. Pricilla gave him a death stare, but complied.

"Let's do, Stay" she said, it was a harmony wasn't it. Remington smiled and started out with the first few notes, which to Pricilla's amazement was beautiful.

All aloooong it was a fever

A cold sweat hot-headed believer

I threw my hands in the aaaaair and said, Show me something

He said, If you dare come a little closer

Now Pricilla could feel herself getting into it, and Remmy was to. His head was bending down and he was playing the part of a serious piano player.

Round and around and around and around we go

OoooOh now tell me now tell me now tell me now you know

Not really suuuure how to feel about it.

Something in the way you mooove

Makes me feel like I can't live without you.

It takes me all the way.

I want you to staaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay

She stopped, now it was his turn. She had only heard him sing once before, and he was recovering from a cold. He still sounded good even then.

It's not much of a life you're living

It's not just something you take – it's given

Why do Holmes men have to be perfect, she couldn't think of one flaw. Oh wait his MASSIVE EGO

Round and around and around and around we go

OoooOh now tell me now tell me now tell me now you know

Not really sure how to feel about it

Something in the way you move

Makes me feel like I can't live without you.

It takes me all the way.

I want you to staaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay.

Yay, the duet part. She had to show him up, it was imperative.

OooooooOoh the reason I hold on

OoooooOoh cause I need this hole gone

Funny you're the broken one but I'm the only one who needed ssssaaaaving

Cause when you never see the light it's hard to know which one of us is ccccaaaaving

We really sounded good, but forget him I have a solo part now.

Not really sure how to feel about it.

Something in the way you moooovvvve

Oh great he's back

Makes me feel like I can't live without you.

It takes me aaaall the waaaay.

I want you to staaaaaaaaaayaaaaaayyaaaa, staaaaaayayyyyyaa.

I want you to stay, oooooooh.

"That's going on YouTube" said the clerk, who Pricilla now saw had his phone out. Remington smiled and Pricilla hid her face. Remington got u from the bench and closed the piano.

"It's nice, but I like my purple piano better" he said.

"Why exactly do you have a purple piano" asked Pricilla.

"Duh, to match my violin silly.

Livingston:Lyre

"Why did you learn the Lyre, of all things you pick the lyre. Chicks don't dig the lyre, Livy" said Remmy.

"Oh I beg to differ, a lyre is a huge chick magnet" argued Livy.

"Pleeease, you'd get laughed away before you could even pluck one string" he said.

"Wanna put your money where your mouth is" Livingston said.

"I wouldn't be a Holmes if I said no" Remington agreed.

"Ok, I bet I can get the numbers of ten different girls, just by playing my lyre on the street" challenged Livy.

"Ok, If I win you have to kiss Joy Lestrade, in front of her dad" bet Remmy.

"Fine, you wanna play that way. If I win you have to give a shirtless lap dance to ANDERSON" said Livy.

"Oh come on Livy, that's gonna be my father-in-law some day" said Remington. Livy shrugged.

"Not my problem" he said.

"Doesn't matter anyway, because there I no way you'll get even one number with that lyre" he said. Livingston went and got his lyre out of its case. It was a pretty instrument, it was silver in color with blue crystals dotting it.

"I'm coming with you Livy, just to make sure you don't make any of the numbers up" he said. Livy shrugged his shoulders.

"It's fine with me, I'm going to need someone to pick up the swooning women" he said as Remington rolled his eye. The two boys walked out of their home and out onto the street.

"I'll step up right here" Livy said. Livy went and sat in the corner of a window and turned u his cost collar. Remington rolled his eyes again, he was pulling a classic 'dad'. Turning up his collar to make himself look cool with his cheekbones and what not. Suddenly he started to pluck at the lyre. He saw a woman down the street, young 16 at most, b average, 3 relationships this past month. He made eye contact with her and he began.

Tall and tan and young and lovely, the girl from Ipanema goes walking

And when she passes, each one she passes goes - aaaah

Wow, he was laying it on thick. The girl had stopped and was doing the usual 'are you talking to me' motion.

When she walks, she's like a samba that swings so cool and sways so gentle

That when she passes, each one she passes goes - oooooh

Now the girl was blushing, and her friends where video taping the event.

Ooh But I watch her so sadly, how can I tell her I love her

Yes I would give my heart gladly,

But each day, when she walks to the seeeeaa

She looks straight ahead, not at meeeeee

"Your a really good singer" she said as he stopped.

"Why thank you Madame" he said in the 'ovary exploding' voice as Pricilla so eloquently put it. The girl blushed some more.

"My name is Laura Thatcher, what's yours" she asked.

"Livingston...Mycroft...Holmes" he said, putting a dramatic pause between each name. Did these women not see how fake this was.

"Well Livingston, would you like to meet up sometime" she asked.

"I don't know Laura, I'm a lyre player, I go where my lyre commands me to go. One day I'll be on this street the next, I'll be performing for the queen, and the moment after that I might devote myself to becoming a monk, who happens to play the lyre" Livingston ranted. All the girls oooohhed and ahhhed, ARE YOU FRICKEN KIDDING ME.

"Well I'm going to give you my number just I case" she said. She borrowed a napkin from Speedy's and wrote down her number and gave it to him.

"You inspired me Laura, I think I might write a piece about you" Livingston said. Laura blushed and then walked away. After she and her friends where out of hearing distance Livy dropped the act.

"One down, nine to go" he said.

"Beginners luck, besides that girl must have been dumber than a bag of rocks to fall for that whole sham" he said.

AN HOUR OR SO LATER

"Oh there you boys are" said Molly as she saw her sons walked through the door. Livingston had a huge smile on his face and Remington looked like he was going to throw up.

"Hello mother" Livy said as Remmy stayed silent.

"What's wrong with Remmy" Molly asked.

"He lost a bet, he said I couldn't get 10 numbers by using my lyre" Livingston said.

"How many did you get" Molly asked.

"43"

That was that. People seemed to like my account of the sons so why not give people what they like. If yo couldn't tell I made Wellie the responsible older one, Remington the mischievous middle child, and Livingston is the adorable baby. I hope you enjoyed, please leave a nice comment, and as always THANKS FOR WATCHING.