Different Paths

Part Two

It's been quite a while, I've been enhancing my piano skills, participating in a piano competition left and right, and winning every competition. Piano and my studies I manage to balance them. I have been staring at the song I wrote by myself. I stared at my calendar to see, that I would have my last performance in 2 months, it was going to be my last competition in my second year in senior high because in my third year of senior high would be focused on my studies since it going to be my last year on senior high. I stared back at the song I had been writing for a week, I read the song over and over again because I felt like there was missing or something wrong, I know I had 2 months before the performance but I wanted the song to be written and be done soon as possible so I just have more time to practice.

My phone started ringing I looked at the caller's name, it was Kiyoshi I answered the call."My friend, Suki!" Kiyoshi screamed in my ears through the speaker "Don't scream idiot, and don't ever call me suki, what do you want?" I asked while I sat in my bed "Stop isolating yourself in your house and go outside, let's hangout I'll introduce you to my band" Kiyoshi is an electric guitarist and has been in the band in our school "I'm busy, I have been writing my song" I replied "Eh, wait, is the song you have been writing is for your last performance, suki you have 2 months to prepare so go outside to get some fresh air, come on and join us" I signed "Yeah, I want it done sooner, but fine I'll join you and I just said don't ever call me suki" I heard him laugh and I hang up to get ready.

Suzuki reached the peaceful fountain where Kiyoshi had told him to wait. In the distance, he heard Kiyoshi's voice calling his name, and as he turned around, he spotted Kiyoshi with three individuals walking toward him. Suzuki couldn't help but wonder, "They must be Kiyoshi's band group." As Kiyoshi noticed Suzuki, he waved, and Suzuki waved back with a smile.

Kiyoshi asked the group if they should hang out at the nearby mall, and they all agreed. Upon arriving at the mall, they headed to the closest fast-food joint. After placing their orders, they found a place to sit. Kiyoshi took the opportunity to introduce his companion. "Okay, I haven't introduced my kohai yet. This is Suzuki Sone," he said, to which Suzuki quickly interjected, "Don't call me your kohai, and I can introduce myself."

The two friends of Kiyoshi laugh because of Kiyoshi and Suzuki's relationship. "I am Yukito Akai, nineteen years old nice to meet you, I play the drums in our band and this is my girlfriend" He pointed to the girl next to him and she waved "Nice to meet ya, I am Hatoru Amemiya eighteen years old and I play electric guitar I heard you play piano" She introduced herself, I glance at the girl next to her who hasn't introduced herself. "Oh, yeah that's Kei-"Kiyoshi's got cut off by the girl. "Keiko Hanazawa" She mumbled"You two are the same age and she is our vocalist and also an electric guitarist" Kiyoshi whispered to me. 

As I sat with my friends, enjoying our meal and conversation, the sound of my phone ringing and vibrating in my pocket caught my attention. I politely excused myself from the group and made my way outside the fast-food restaurant to take the call. The caller ID displayed an unknown number, but I decided to answer it anyway. "Hello?"

"Is this Suzuki Myoja" I could hear the woman's voice in panic. "Yeah, this is him, why?" I asked "I am your mom's co-worker" The woman revealed and I quickly asked, "Is there something wrong about mom?" Mom's co-worker revealed the situation and my eyes widened. I quickly left the mall without telling the others where I was going. I took a taxi.

I rushed into the hospital's emergency room and spotted Mom's co-worker. I was about to approach her when a doctor hurried out and locked eyes with me. "Are you her son?" he asked. My heart raced as I nodded, desperate for reassurance about my mom's condition. "I am very sorry, your mom had a sudden cardiac arrest, and that led to her passing. Sorry again, son," the doctor revealed, patting my back before disappearing into the bustling ER.