Pride (Oneshot)

Pride

PRIDE

I fell heavily on my back. The crowd gasps and murmurs. All terribly scarred at what they've seen. I can't move. I'm still lying on my back, eyes wide open, seeing millions of people looking at me horrified. At the corner of my eye I see clearly, the needle and the bloody key. Has the poison been doing it's job? I don't want to feel any more ridiculed in the eyes of many.

My vision then slowly blurs until I can't see a thing clearly. I stopped hearing sounds. All I hear is the echoing utters of the voice in my mind. I envisioned myself thinking how do I look like right now. Back laying flat on the floor, lower body still raisrd at the chair I was seated at before. What have I done with myself?

I felt numbness crawling through the veins of my upper body.

'Faster' I said in my mind.

As the poison doing its job, and before I get completely dead due to the poison entering my brain. My life flashed before my eyes.

Flashback_

They called me a Child Prodigy.

The Modern Mozart.

I hate it.

I am the most talented musician ever lived.

I mastered Glissando in 3rd and 6th when I was 8 years old. One of the hardest one to play back in their boring 'musical' era.

I play the hardest of musics at the tip of my fingers like it was nothing. No one can compare with me.

At age 15, I was already hired at multi-million parties and events to play the very best music there is.

I became the world's talk for years and still Hot on the news at this moment.

I lived my life at the peak of greatness. I looked down on everyone.

I hate everyone.

I deserve a title of my own! The greatest one there is! Isn't my talents not enough to open those blind eyes? Or should I make the world's eyes and mouth open after I did something extraordinary?

Then I had a genius moment. It's liked a weight pulled off my chest as the thought can answer my greatest desire. I will create my own music. The most difficult and complicated music no one could ever play except the greatest, me.

Years of exellence not wasted as I develop my greatest masterpiece. After I created the piece I started to play it. I'm proud of myself. Even I had difficulty of my own creation.

I practiced and practiced and lost track of the time. The only thing plastered in my mind was the thought of 'I am the very best and the world deserves to know that'

I smiled as I pressed the last keys of the music correctly. Definitely confident at what I'm about to show the world.

I contacted my loyal sponsor to sponsor a multi billion event for the greatest compostition everyone should hear. Money became nothing but just plain old dump when I can have people paying for me all over the world.

They made a schedule a month from now. I smiled as I saw the ticket selling of the event.

"The Finest" I read the name of the concert.

Few hours after the release of the concert tickets, it sold out. That's what they do when people want to see the very best. They aren't going to be the a single point of disappointment.

I'm going to make sure of it.

A day before the concert comes, I had my piano customized with some 'deadly' addition to the main keys. I've made them put needles on the keys that's not going to be pressed. Needles covered with poison. I should suppress myself, keeping myself away from the key's that will make me make mistakes.

The day of the concert, at the backstage.

I looked at the mirror.

"2 choices, You deliver that masterpiece perfectly to the people or you'll make mistakes and die instead." I challenged myself.

"There's no room for mistakes" I said to my reflection

"Only for greatness" I left the room and entered the stage. The crowd roaring my name. Millions of people applauding, cheering the very best and waiting to hear my greatest composition.

I smiled at them. Looking confident with no sign of nervousness. 'No room for mistakes'

I sat on the chair adjacent to the piano and I removed my gloves. I inhaled deeply. I felt a drop of sweat at the corner of my face. I caught and looked at it. 'Only for greatness' I said once again to myself. I never bothered to remove the sweat from my fingertips thinking of it as my hardwork. This will all end soon and after this ends, I'll be the very best.

I played the song slowly at first, pacing fast as my creation intented to be. It became faster and faster. My hands complementing every single key in right tune. Never a point second too fast nor a point second too late. I smiled. Then the hardest part began. I released all anger and irritation while playing the music. As it's what I felt while composing it. After releasing all emotions, I felt clear. I felt free. I smiled while playing. I became genuinely happy.

Slowly and slowly, I remembered, what I was like playing the piano when I was a little boy. I was playing genuinely, happily, and playing from the heart. I was so happy back then.

The pace then changed and hopefully I was too quick to respond. The keys began to dissapate in my mind. What's happening, I can't remember the keys yet I'm still playing the music. Am I playing with my heart? I shouldn't use my heart. I will be too soft to be the very best and I don't want that to happen. I tried blocking of the beat of my heart. Carefully retracing my memory to remember the right notes. The end of the composition is near. I'm gonna make it. As I forced myself to remember each one of the notes, I then heard a soft beat of my heart. Soft yet echoed through my whole body. What am I doing. Have I forgotten who I was supposed to be? The last note is been played and then the song ended. I can't move. I looked at my hand and saw where it was pressing at.

I'm in shock. I pressed the wrong key, now my finger was impaled by a poisonous needle. The crowd stopped cheering, as everyone heard the wrong note played. I pulled my finger, blood flows out slowly. I became paralized.

Present_

Now I remember, I ruined my own life being eaten by my own pride. Everyone looked up to me and I got used to looking down on everyone. Hah. This one serves me right.

My mind blackens. Only means the poison went through the brain. Everything was black. I saw light through the other side. I walked to it. This is it. It's my end.

Before I was completely pulled through the light, I heard a familiar soft tune slowly playing in a piano. I looked back and saw my little self. Playing the piano for the first time. He is smiling. Proud of what he is doing. No pride ever taken over his body. He was genuinely happy from his heart.

I felt my tears fell tracing the curves of my cheeks. I'm sorry little one. I ruined our future.

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