Emily
Mom made me listen to the piano pieces, and said even though I can't practice it physically, I could imagine playing the piano in my mind. Dad told her not to force me in doing this activity as I needed rest.
"Music release stresses." Mom said to him and he sighed. I know he wanted to say something, but chose not to. I was glad he decided not to say anything. I would be very upset if they fought right now.
Today was the day, I was going to attend my first concert.I decided to wear a black skinny jeans with a light blue sweater and brushed my wavy hair. The only make-up that I put was a lip-gloss. Honestly, I can't do make-up with one injured arm.
Troy was at my place, few minutes before the time we spoke about. He was in a wheelchair, seeing him like that made me a little guilty. Underneath his black parka, he was wearing a red shirt and jeans.
He was holding a flower in his hand, his hair was pushed back with the gelled. He have a smile on his face, he was the first guy who I know looks good with the lip piercing.
"How's my baby girl doing?" He asked.
His mom smacked his shoulder lightly and give me a small smile, which I retuned happily.
I happily accepted his flowers as we made our way to the car.
"How's your injury?" His mom asked and I let her know, I was doing better.
His mom left us alone for dinner, even though I didn't understand why.
"I told my mom, we are going to pretend its a date." He said.
"Does she know you're ." I paused and looked around.
"Gay?" he said. "Yes, she have known it for few years."
"Then why are we pretending its a date?" I asked.
"It doesn't have to be those romantic date, Em. People have friendly dates as well." he said.
Oh.
"Dates doesn't have to always be romantic, and only between Lovers. It can be between close friends and families." he smiled at me.
That's true.
"Anyway, who was that guy from yesterday?" He asked after we placed our order.
"You mean Everett?"
"He's Hot." Troy laughed and I smiled a little.
"He's my friend from school."
"Friend?" he raised one of his eyebrow at me. "Friends doesn't get upset when their friends are going out on a date."
Is it that easy to read Everett? Why can't I read him the way other people are doing?
"You know why I wanted you to come to the concert with me?" he asked.
I shake my head a little.
"I thought you needed a little get-away."
"Get-away from what?" I asked.
"It must be hard living a life of someone else's dream."
I blinked a couple of time as I tried understanding him.
"I don't have to know you well enough to know you're living life of someone else's dreams. Your parents conversation made me a little upset that day."
I was momentarily shock by what he was saying.
"You were in an accident, you could have badly injured yourself. Your parents didn't even ask if you'll be fine or if you have any concerning symptoms in the future. They asked the doctor how quickly you can recover to go back to playing instruments?"
"They didn't mean it that way... they are nice. I like playing instrument." I defended them.
"There's a difference between you liking it and you forcing to like it to make other's happy."
Our conversation was interrupted when the server placed our orders in front of us.
"I wanted you to come out and enjoy a little, scream with those massive crowds. Scream your frustration out and enjoy good music and maybe a good company."
"Scream my frustration out?"
"If you're afraid to scream alone, why not scream as much as you want while you're in the crowd?"
"That's an expensive way to release stress." I joked.
"Don't bottle up feelings, Em. It will consume you in the end. Sometime, you need to let it out in the best way possible."
That night, I had fun. As much fun as the time I danced in the party with Aaliyah and Bloom. Troy knew how to have fun. Even though he was hurt, it didn't stop him from showing how happy he was to be there and how much he was enjoying the music and I loved every moment of it.
"Thank you, Troy." I said to him once we reached my place. "I can't thank you enough for saving my life and for bringing me here. I really enjoyed every single moment spent tonight."
"I'm always here for you, Emily and I mean it. I'm here if you want to talk. Things are never easy, its never going to be easy, but what makes it better is when you have someone standing beside you." he took my hand. "Don't live like you don't have choice, you always have a choice. Some of us are afraid of wrong choices and its natural. We learn from those bad choices and grow with it. Don't live someone else's dream. You are you, you are not them and they are not you."
That night, I had a lot to think about and I took a deep breath and sat down in front of the computer. I've been wanting to send this college applications for a while. I'm not sure if it's too late, but at least I tried before it was too late and with that I sent in my application for Child and Youth Care program.