Perfectly Dysfunctional

Prologue : Man of Steel

------>Titus ^^

Titus POV
I sat at the piano, fingers twitching. I'd been sitting at this piano for hours, practicing. But then again, when am I not. Practicing for...well everything, has been the sole purpose of my life since the ripe old age of three. This fact is not a slight, however, towards my mother's questionable parenting skills  or expectations. My practice had become increasingly more voluntary throughout the years, striking away all of my feelings of teen angst and resentment my whole life with the keys of a grand piano. That is now why I am almost four and twenty with no occupation except to entertain guests and maintain a high social standing. I am the man of the Mayweather house, after all. I must be both accomplished and beyond reproach. Yawning, I scooted my bench away from the piano-forte and stood stiffly. I stretched my legs and roughly ran a hand through my thick dark curls, a bad habit I had obtained over the years.

Suddenly, my dramatic mother bursts through the double doors to the ballroom with a glass of some unnatural substance in her clutches. Her "special elixir" she calls it. I laughed humorlessly  to myself. "Ty dear, come out of this dreadful room for a tête-à-tête. Besides, you need a break and there are important matters to discuss." I roll my eyes and give a sarcastic smile." Of course, my dear mother." I sigh. Can my life get utterly any more drab than it is at the moment?

We exited into the drawing room and I sat on the beautifully embroidered chaise lounge imported from America. "Titus dear, you're almost four and twenty and I want to hold a ball to celebrate."
"Mother, that REALLY is not necessary."
"But sweetheart 'twill be grand. We shall invite all the eligible ladies... AND gentlemen if you so choose and we'll have a splendid time! Especially me with all the fit, handsome, manly, tight-chested-"
"-MUM! If you must know I have no intention of attending and/or enjoying this ball."
"NONSENSE Titus Mayweather! You will attend and you WILL like it.... Or at least pretend that you do....please? For your poor mother's sake."
I suspect that my mother has narcissistic tendencies. She really should see someone. I contemplate voice these thoughts, but instead I sigh and rub the bridge of my nose.
"As you wish mother." I reply with a bitter smile. The insane female specimen that birthed me just beamed and clapped her slender hands.
"It's settled then!" She squealed.
"Was there ever a choice in the matter mother?" I ask somewhat rhetorically.
She smiles sweetly, " Why of course not dear!" She then cackled. Typical.... Typical.

I know this is short even for a prologue I guess but I'm tired af and nobody cares cuz they're probably not reading anyway so bye!!!