Have you ever had that feeling of being lost? Like watching a movie that's so exciting, thrilling and mind-blowing that once it ends you forget your in the movie theaters. Or maybe when you're watching the stars and you're so caught up looking at them you can almost feel that if you reach up you can touch them. Perhaps reading a good book and you're so lost in that world of fiction that once it ends the real world doesn't feel real anymore.
That feeling is the exact feeling I get when I play my guitar or piano and have the chance to get lost in the music. People always say, "Music is my escape," and that's only because they listen to it. It's because the music gives them the feelings of love or hatred. Happiness or sadness. It takes over our sense. Music is more like a feeling. Imagine if it makes you feel those things just by listening to it, how did the composer feel the moment he wrote it?
For me music is a way of life, I've been playing ever since I was six and I remember that while my brother was playing football with my Dad in the backyard, I was in the living room with Mom playing piano. I could play for hours and never get enough of it. Emmett always made fun of my music taste, he's more of a rocker and I'm a classic. It's been that way as long as I can remember and it'll never change.
"Edward, you've been going at it for hours now, can you give it a rest?" Emmett growls from his bed on the other side of the room. I stop playing and look over him and smile when I see him rubbing his face, annoyed.
I lean back on my bed and say, "If it bothers you, the door is right there." I point to it with a smirk. Emmett always complains about how much I practice but still never leaves the room.
"Emmett, shut up and finish the paper," Jasper, our roommate, says shaking his head and going back on his computer. They've been working on an article about sports for a week now and it's due in two days.
Emmett rolls his eyes and goes back to the paper he's working on. Jasper gives me a nod and continues searching through his computer. I smile, with Emmett keeping his mouth closed and the room quiet I can play without interruption. I grab my guitar and start from where I left off before Emmett decided to interrupt me.
By the time they're done with their article that night I'm halfway my seventh song in a row, nonstop. I stop when the bed bounces and Emmett's laying on his elbow, looking at me with those looks that says he's gotten another idea.
I roll my eyes, carefully placing my guitar next to my bed. "What is it now, Emmett?" I ask, crossing my arms over my chest.
He grins. "We're going to a party Saturday and you, my dear classic brother, will come with us." This time Jasper joins on my bed, nodding in approval.
"You each have your own bed," I remind them grabbing my guitar again. "And no, I'm not going to that party." I start playing until Emmett snatches the guitar from my hands. "Emmett!"
He places the guitar next to the bed, far from my reach. "Listen to me, little brother, you need to go out and have some fun. When was the last time you kissed a girl? Or went to a party with your brother? We need some brother bounding, you know?"
I cross my arms over my chest and glare at both of them. Brother bounding my ass. "Not a fucking chance. Give me my guitar back."
Jasper shakes his head, running his hands over his blonde curls. "Look, Edward, you can't spend hours locked up in that rehearsal room practicing to come back here and practice until you pass out. Come on, when was the last time we all went out?"
I shake my head, again. Maybe I am acting like a little kid but there's no way in hell I'm going to a party with these two. Especially, with the audition coming up in two weeks, I need to practice to nail the performance. Emmett gets up, which it's a bad sign because he's way bigger than what I am. Bear type of big. He grabs me and throws me on the ground, face down and presses his elbow on my back.
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