I Prefer The Drummer (Book 2 // Joshler)

Part Twø

Josh was standing still, his jaw hung open as he eyed Tyler. The overly excited boy that stood in front of him, holding up a keyboard. Tyler shuffled across the room and sat down on the living room couch, placing the piano on the coffee table in front of him. He looked at it blankly, it had just hit him that he didn't actually know how to play the piano. Or remember that it,  but that didn't mean he wasn't going to take you down.

"How do you play this thing?"

He started to hit random notes, enjoying the feeling it gave him as he created sound; peaceful melodies that roamed the air. He played: sol, ré, si, ré. Josh sat there, listening. He recognized the song, it was Truce. So soft and he hummed along to it, admiring Tyler. The way his fingers ran over the white and black keys was natural, it was so damn beautiful.

"You remember this song?"

"Which song?"

"The one you just played?"

Tyler tilted his head, slightly confused. "I don't know, I was just playing random notes."

Tyler continued to play some notes, Josh just staring at him and watching him. The way his eyes lit up at each sound he created was amazing. It reminded Josh of the first time they met up, playing music together.

October 2008

Josh was tired that night and he didn't plan to go out but, of course, his friend Chris dragged him along to a bar.

"Come on, Josh. It's my last gig and I want you to be there."

"Fine, I'll go. But you're buying me a drink."

"Deal."

Both boys were on their way out when Josh's cell phone rang. He picked it up, halting in the doorway.

"Yeah, uh-huh. Tonight? Okay, I'll be there, give me 10 minutes."

"What's going on?"

"It's my mom, she needs my help with moving something. Anyway, I gotta go. I'll try to come by afterward, alright?"

"Yeah, man I get it. Bye."

"Good luck! I'm sorry."

"Thanks, don't worry about it!"

Chris yelled back as he walked to his car, closing the door and he drove off. Josh sighed, feeling bad that he had to miss his friend's last gig. He got to his own car, the faster he got this done, the faster he could get to the bar. He sped up a little on the highway as he crossed town to get to his mom's house.

He parked on the side of the road and walked up to the door not bothering to knock. He simply walked inside making himself at home.

"Mom?"

"Down here, Josh!"

Josh went downstairs to his basement, finding his mom standing, arms crossed and her face had anger written all over it. She was standing by his drum kit; the one she had asked him to move out months ago.

"Joshua William Dun! I asked you to move these months ago, my brothers and sisters will be here first thing tomorrow morning!"

"Shit, mom. I'm sorry, I'll get it now."

"You bet your ass you will!"

His mom was furious and Josh, although he was in his twenties now, still feared her. He hurried to his drums and began moving them and carrying them back outside. This took him longer than he expected, having to detach them all and carry them from the basement to his car, piece by piece. A couple hours later, he was finishing up and sitting down on the couch.