And so we start the story again from a different house this time.
Except the boy was a few years younger. 15.
He ran across the balcony, his chest tightening as he panicked. What if he didn't do good enough? What if the notes that were glued into his head still didn't ring the right bell.
Next he found himself abroad the stage, sitting on the glass bench his hands hovering the instrument that he has dedicated his life to. Sighing slightly before closing his eyes. Letting the music consume him whole as if he was letting the music murder and reform him.
His hands landed lightly on the keys creating a wow from the crowd as he sped up to a high pace hitting all the right notes. His hands were sweaty, meaning easy for slipping.
Before he knew it his pinky slipped off the B flat and hit the natural. Cringing at the unruly sound only known it him as for the crowd was amazed at the talent. But his head was skinny crazily and again he hit the wrong note. In total he made four mistakes and was beating himself up for it. He hit the last key holding it five more seconds breathing deeply in disappointment as he stood up bowed and quickly exited the stage. Beating himself up for the mistakes that were simple and so easily achieved if he would've Worked harder.
So the next day he felt semi better, walking into class with some sort of pride as the kids envious eyes shot daggers into the frail body he had.
"Kim Namjoon, please report to the main office." As if lightning had struck his heart it began to beat faster as his feet walked from under him. Avoiding all the questioning glances and ugly stares people have him.
"Please have a seat." The principal told him.
"As you know your performance last night was quite stellar I must say so myself." Namjoon smiled lightly at the comment but what was yet to come would hurt him worse then he could ever hurt oneself.
"But your not good enough." The Words Namjoon told himself all the time and the hurt faded but yet that hurt worse.
Worse then it ever had.
"What?" He chokes out finally his face heating slightly.
"As a former student here Namjoon we had given you a four year scholarship to the arts high school you are attending. And expected good skills. Sure you are good but yet- your not good enough." The principal explain sympathy in her eyes for what was coming next."
"Your being undone."