He danced around the ball room, around, around, around. He couldn’t stop him self, as his mouth opened. The feeling was too much, he needed to voice his feelings, in the music that only he could create. The moment came and just about to voice the feelings locked up inside.
“Hey jerk-face! Get off our stage, we have to practice!”
The boy, or rather, young-man, jerked himself from this fantasy, that he was in.
“My name isn’t jerk-face, it’s Kai. Remember it!” Kai all but screamed. He forced the feelings to the back of his mind, no-one would have understood anyways. Staring ahead, he moved off stage, jumping down to the audience level and walking out. He didn’t even go to this school anymore, but for some reason he always ran to the auditorium when things happened. It wasn’t like his father beat him or something, but when life in general became to much for him, or big decisions that he had to make.
Speaking of decisions, he still didn’t know what he was going to do. He felt the folded up letters in his pocket, the gloom that each of them brought wasn’t helping.
After a slow walk to a park by his father’s house, he pulled the letters out and re-read them, hoping they would help make the answer clear.
The decision wasn’t as hard as it seemed to most people, but with his father looming over him to follow him in his foot steps, he didn’t know what to do. Do what make him happy or what make his father happy. Which would either go to business school and get a degree is business and run his father’s major corporation. He was good with numbers, and people, the job he had now proved that. Or go the music school, and become a great artist in music. He was really good at it, or so people told him. He had a natural talent for it, but his father didn’t agree.
He honestly just didn’t know what to do. Standing up with the letters in his hand, while the other shook his straight dark brown hair. It was slowly starting to cover his piercing blue eyes, he turned on to the trek back to his father’s house.
The walk was slow, he drug it out as long as possible. He had to make a decision by the time he got home, because he had to write a response letter to the school of his choice, and degree. Walking up the nice drive-way. He saw his father’s black Lincoln parked outside, hearing the tinking sound a car makes after it was recently turned off, means that his father had just gotten home.
Sighing he made his way to the front door, opening it slowly, he stepped through the threshold and took off his shoes. He walked the short distance to his father’s office, knocking three times, he heard a small ‘enter’ on the other side.
“Ah, my son, have you made your decision?” his father had the same hair color, but that is the only similarity they had, he looked like his mother the most.
“Yes, I will go,” he paused, the next few words would slowly dictate the rest of his life, “I will go to the business school.” Kai turned away ready to walk and start up dinner for the both of them.
“Kai,” his father said standing a lot closer than he appeared to be, Kai turned around to face him. His father put his hand on Kai’s shoulder, “I am very proud that you made the right decision, music is just for fools, who don’t have a chance in life.”
Kai honestly didn’t know what to say, so he smiled, as hard as it was cause his own father called him a fool. When his father was calling someone a fool, he meant the biggest disrespect a person could receive. It would be like calling a gay man, faggot, and it hurt Kai.
Kai left the office, not really hungry anymore, he traveled up the stairs and to his bedroom, wishing to curl up in a ball, not to die, he wasn’t suicidal, but to disappear from this life, or to have a different one.
Kai heard the music from his phone go off as someone was calling, his best friend.
His best friend always knew when he did something stupid or when his father took it to far and pissed him off. Now it seemed he had done something stupid, “Dude, seriously, why are you doing this. This is dumb.”
Kai rolled his eyes, he didn’t even get a ‘hey, how are you?’ opening the door to his bedroom and locking it behind him, he shuffled the phone over to his other ear, “What are you talking about Lex?” he tried not to think his friend knew, but honestly he always did.
“you’re going to that fancy business school, just to please your ass of a father, and I think it’s bull crap. Seriously, you could go places with that voice of yours. Why are you doing this?” Lex, which was short for Lexor, complained, pointing out every reason why he shouldn’t do this, and go to music school. Kai, stared at the letters he had set on the desk.
He knew his friends wouldn’t be happy with his decision, “He’s my father, and I just want to make him happy, and this makes him happy.”
Lex had started to ramble on, “He’s a jerk. You know it, I know it, everyone in the business world know’s it. I mean seriously, the guy has got to have a conscience somewhere,” then Lex said the one thing he knew shouldn’t have said, “he’s probably the reason why your mom left,”
Kai flinched, anything said about his mother hurt still, “Lex, stop.”
“She was an amazing singer, and a beautiful pianist, you would think that asshole would want you to do something she did,” Kai fumed not for the compliment Lex was giving his mother, but for the fact that he didn’t really know the whole reason as to why she “left”.
Kai gripped the phone a little bit harder, “Lexor, shut up.”
Lex had shut his trap, and quick at that. “Lex, I’m going to the business school and that’s that. It’s not like you won’t be going to the same school, and the first couple of years we can even take some of the same classes, so why is this such a big deal?”
Kai was a mellow kind of guy, and had few warnings before he was straight serious, saying his full name was one of them. “I just want you to be happy, you deserve it. Most of all you.”
Kai gritted his teeth, “I am happy.”
“Are you? Or are you just happy that your father is happy?” Lex hung up, he always did, when had asked an open-ended question like that. Kai tossed the phone on to the bed. He already knew the answer to it. It just pissed him off when he wasn’t doing something for himself. He never did anything for himself, and got embarrassed when he did.
He grabbed his pillow and screamed loudly into it. He screamed so hard that a few tears came. Regaining his breathing, he turned back to his desk and started the response, but start now before he changed his mind.
To think in a few weeks we would be on a college campus, away from living with his father, but he could never really get away. Not with the decision he seemed to have made. He would soon be working with him in a few years. Something he was not looking forward too.
He turned the light off on his desk, tomorrow was a new day and one step closer. He felt a change in himself, or rather something significant in his life. Something he didn’t want to dwell on.