《Brothers Made By Music》


 Chapter 1:A Great Partner(1)

    "Here ya go kid. One pack of cig''s."


    "Thanks, jake sorry for always troubling you."


    "It''s fine little man just make sure to come back safe okay."


    "Of course. Alright see ya later man"


    I grabbed a small bag from the hands of a familiar clerk making me out of the store as soon as I made sure I got the right thing.


    "I wonder what''ll happen today...Fuck I could really use a break."


    I began to walk through the damp streets, the street lamps lighting the way making it easier to dodge big deep puddles as well as making small fun puddles clear as day. I began to hum some tunes as I made my way home starting off with Ray Charles hit the road jack and moving onto sing sing sing by Lenny Goodman.


    I managed to hum both songs and a little bit of new york new york by Frank Sinatra on my walk home but unfortunately, I had to stop as after so many steps it was about time I made it to my home.


    "...Alright well, I won''t be able to hum anything for a while."


    I slowly began my walk to the front door staring downwards at the cement the makes up the front of my home.


    A couple of slow steps later I made it to the gate of hell.


    I didn''t even bother knocking I just walked right in.


    "I''M HOME"


    "SHUT UP AND BRING ME MY SMOKES!"


    Hearing her voice I instantly felt an intense wave of anxiety.


    "Okay"


    She sounds drunk...It''s fine I''m used to this it''s just another day.


    I made my way to the living room.


    "Go go hurry up."


    I speed up my steps stopping at the side of the fuzzy recliner my mom rested on.


    I slowly passed the bag with the cigarettes in it to her hoping I don''t piss her off.


    "...Take the cigarettes out of the bag BEFORE you pass them to me an idiot."


    She smacked my hand hard with the bottle of beer resting on her stomach thankfully I didn''t drop the bag as I''m sure that would have pissed her off more.


    "Chop chop idiot."


    I grabbed the pack of cigarettes from the bag and placed it in her open hand.This book''s true home is on another platform. Check it out there for the real experience.


    "Good now go away mama wants to rest for a bit."


    I waited for a couple of seconds making sure that was the best choice making my way to my room after I was sure.


    I walked through the small hallway shuffling my feet across the rug covered floor grabbing my hand as there were a bright bruise and a small cut on its top.


    I decided to rinse my hand first so I made a small stop to the bathroom. As soon as I made it I turned the hot water knob slightly after closing the door as I don''t want her to hear me.


    I looked at the small mirror in front of me focusing on my pale tired-looking face for some reason.


    ...It''s fine soon enough she''ll fall asleep. When she does I can have some fun.


    After a couple of painful seconds of rinsing, I decided to stop and just go to my room.


    I opened the bathroom door and peeked out the sides of the door making sure she wasn''t close but then again if she was close I''d still end up pulling bits of glass out of me.


    I went to my room closing the door as soon as I stepped inside.


    I began to examine my room looking at what little I had in here.


    I saw the damaged bed I always sleep on with a clean looking thick brown blanket and a large window right above it all, everything relaxing on the wall across from the door. I saw the small closet with a mix of dress clothes and casual clothes with a floor layered in shoes. I saw everything she had bought to make us look normal...It''s fine for now I''ll just read some Vinland saga for a bit at least until the alcohol kicks in.


    I lay down on my bed, pulled my phone out of my pocket, and began reading some manga.


    After ten chapters I heard loud snoring.


    I stepped out of my room and looked into the living room making sure she was asleep.


    There she was her right arm hanging loosely on the side of the recliner her hand tightly gripping an empty beer the t.v. shining brightly a few steps in front of her. The light on the center of the roof barely illuminating the room.


    I went back to my room and moved my mattress off its support and grabbed a midsize case from under it. After grabbing the case I put the bed back in its place making sure to put the large brown blanket on it.


    I opened the window and climbed out holding the case''s handle tight.


    With my work clothes on I began to run down the street making my way to the tracks right next to the nearby school not slowing down or loosening my grip even after fifteen minutes of running.


    As soon as I made it to the tracks I began to walk down the sides of it for another ten minutes.


    I took a seat on the rails and caught my breath for a minute looking at the large amount of space on both sides of the tracks. I wonder why so much was cleared out when the tracks are so small.


    After catching my breath I out the case on my knees opened it, and put together what was inside it.


    In my hands is a shiny copper-colored saxophone my hope and my method of relaxation.


    It took months of saving and years of dedication...actually no I just always needed to use it.


    I placed the reed on the mouthpiece and began my fun.


    I decided to play what I didn''t get to finish humming I went ahead and played my own little version of new york new york.


    Moving from fast to slow in a swing as well as mixing quiet moments with loud. I''m sure it wasn''t the best sounding but at this moment I felt I had to go crazy. Hell, no one''s around to hear me why not sing I don''t care that I have such a deep ugly voice.


    And so I did my own little rendition of new york new york not caring how I sounded hell I even made sure to sing as loud as possible. It felt so good I just had to do a little jig.


    With sweat dripping down my face and my lungs slowly shrinking with every breath I took I felt more and more alive. I don''t know when but I decided to truly just go wild I''ll play what I want as I want. Soon enough my glasses flew off my face but I don''t care cause I and my brass baby are singing together tonight and nothing is stopping me.


    After my little solo performance I was completely out of breath and tired but I figured I might as well give it another go after taking a small break of course after grabbing my glasses off the ground and slamming them back on


    Suddenly I heard clapping and whistling


    "That was awesome. I mean it was a mess but with your voice and the little jig you were doing that was the most fun thing ever I mean seriously you sounded awesome! Though it would''ve been better if ya didn''t switch so much."

 Chapter 2:A Great Partner(2)

    .....


    "Alright i''m sorry I didn''t mean to be an asshole but in my defense what you did just now was a mess. How bout this, I have an old guitar we can play together though my preferred genre is electro swing."


    .....


    "Hello hello ya there?"


    ....Okay think I was heard...It''s fine he looks honest enough with his fancy button up shirt...I wonder how hard my brass buddy is compared to his skull?


    "Whatever your''e thinking of doing don''t."


    "Huh?"


    ...I began to closely examine the boy standing on the side of the tracks right across from me.


    "Rich?"


    Button up shirt with dark jeans that probably have a brand and a nice haircut with some roundish glasses.


    ".....It''s called the power of knowing your boss well jackass."


    "...If we play together will you promise not to tell anyone I was here."


    Why am I asking him this I mean she''ll be out till morning and it''s not like anyone knows I play.


    "Weird question but sure. Just give me ten minutes I gotta head back home and grab it."


    "Sure."


    The moment I agreed he began to run further into the tracks looking back after a couple steps to give me a nice big smile.


    Eventually I couldn''t see him anymore though even after he was gone I still wasn''t relieved


    He doesn''t know me and we''ll likely never meet...no I can''t risk it.


    "Alright what time is it?"


    I pulled my phone out of my pocket and put it off sleep mode.


    "Alright nine fifteen p.m"


    I got till six thirty.


    ...I wonder did my voice really sound nice?


    No that''s impossible after all it''s just his voice coming from my mouth even if it sounds nice I''m sure it gives off a disgusting feeling.


    ...But then again he said it was fun?


    No I''m sure he was just being polite...no he''s definitely not someone who holds his thoughts in his head.


    ...It''s fine I''ll just play for the usual time one more person won''t ruin everything. I just have to make sure I get back at the usual time.


    "...I don''t want to spend every moment stressed damn it."This tale has been unlawfully lifted from Royal Road; report any instances of this story if found elsewhere.


    ...I wonder why I only ever feel stressed. I mean I feel sad too but it''s just so...so weak so short.


    "Its fine soon enough I''ll have been long enough to ask for a small raise...Seriosly Jake thanks."


    "ALRIGHT I''M BACK!"


    I guess it''s been ten minutes huh.


    He was running towards me with a large black case on his back and a large strap wrapping around his chest. His pants a mess and his shirt covered in sweat he made his way down the tracks.


    "That was quick huh."


    "It''s my little secret."


    He began to climb up the slope on the sides of the railing making his way towards me.


    "Dont even try to sit next to me."


    "Okay okay I''ll just sit on the rail behind you then."


    .....I guess that''s fine.


    "Alright what do ya want to play."


    "Your choice."


    "Alright tell me what genre do ya like the most?"


    "...You won''t judge right?"


    Of course he will.


    "Nah after all every genre is odd to someone. Doesn''t mean everyone''s an ass about what''s better."


    "...Promise?"


    "Yes yes if I lie I''ll slam my toe against a table leg."


    ....Its fine I''m sure after I tell him he''ll leave.


    "Alright well I like jazz of all kinds free form or swing I don''t care I also really like to add my own little spin to anime ost''s, openings, and endings."


    "Alright well I guess you and me got something in common."


    Huh?


    "Alright then I''ll start off so let''s do a jazzy cover of a pretty well known song."


    I looked behind me and saw clear as day a bright smile. Someone who''s willing to lie?"


    Soon enough my doubt began to dissapear.


    His fingers moving with a pick in between he played a slow but strong melody keeping a medium pace. Each note clearly separated from each other.


    "Alright come on man join in oh a feel free to sing."


    It took me a couple seconds to process what was happening but soon enough I lost control I had to join in.


    He was just playing some random notes but I think I knew what he was leading up to in fact I''m sure. We both know the song well we know its rhythms and sounds but fuck it let''s add some notes and do what we want.


    He was the lead and I was the follower.


    "Alright go ahead and sing."


    "That''s to much."


    Even when he was speaking he still made his strings speak.


    "Alright I''ll join in now come on da dun dan with me."


    .....I guess that''s fine.


    "Duu.dan.dan.daann dan Du dada du dada dan.dan.Du dan dan.dan.dan..Daann"


    "Not bad man but looks like your not feeling it so instead how about we just stick to playing."


    ...He''s pretty nice.


    "Okay."


    And so we played.


    I went for a wild swing and he was going for a slow mixed sound level switch with some shortened and lengthened note times.


    "Not bad man but can ya slow down a bit I can''t quite match ya."


    We made it past the starting hook so I decided to go ahead and focus more on steady slow downs.


    "Thanks man."


    And so played together for real this time.


    In the beginning we didn''t mesh well it was clear we both had no clue what we were doing but soon after the song started we began to get the hand of each other. I began to understand the sounds of his plucks and what he would do after and he began to understand my sound when I liked to switch from soft to hard and how I would separate some notes every once in a while.


    We''re rough and this is our first session even now we haven''t meshed by anymore that an a bit but it was clear we''re having fun and we''re having fun together not just hanging out in the same room instead were playing like were slitting a pair of head phones and listing to same song but hearing it slightly different from each other both of singing what hear at the same time.


    The song''s lasting longer but that''s fine every extra second is a longer enjoyable distraction but unfortunately every song has an ending.


    ...God my lungs hurt. I may have connected a tad to many notes.


    "Well that was a blast. Wanna go another round?"


    "...I have to head back home soon."


    "Come on what is it like nine thirty you should be able to go another round."


    .....


    "Maybe next time."


    "So there we''ll see each other again. Sweet."


    "Yeah."


    "Alright we''ll come on what''s your name?"


    .....Its fine even If he knows my name he''ll never find me.


    "Oliver grandpa named me."


    Why did I say that?


    "Well that explains that alright well my names chase a fellow eva fan."


    "...I need to go."


    "Alright well see ya tomorrow man."


    "Okay."


    He''s weird he''s so weird I need to get away he''s too nice.


    I took my sax apart and put everything back in its case as soon as I finished I began my walk home.

 Chapter 3:Daily life(1)

    ...That was kind of nice?


    Slowly walking I began to think of the short time I spent with that stranger.


    He was nice. I wonder why?


    He must''ve wanted something from me...Damn it I was too into the moment.


    ...no I have to stop doubting good things. Maybe he''s like Jake or maybe I look so bad he tried to cheer me up.


    No nobody would do that for a stranger.


    ...


    "...no it''s fine if he starts asking for things I''ll just stop.....going."


    He probably won''t ask for anything after all isnt he rich?


    No he''s just good with his boss.


    I decided to try and relax by looking right at the night sky as I made my way back home.


    "It''s so pretty."


    Up above me is a sheet of black covered in bright sparks of different sizes with the moon near the center of the sky softly shining a calming blue light.


    So many stars...


    "The moon really is the best."


    ...Its been a while since I''ve felt like this...It''s fine just look at the moon and you''ll feel better.


    "Its so pretty."


    It''s just another ordinary night. Some stars are clear as day and some you have to look for while the rest you really have to focus to see. Each and every single one of these lights covered my eyes adding to the endlessly long purple black blanket that''s currently covering the sky.


    The moon right in the center is the brightest light though weak the light blue it spreads is the clearest.


    The night really is the best.


    Still looking at the sky I continued to walk looking forward every now and then, making sure to listen for footsteps after all I dont want to accidentally bump into anyone.


    Eventually I made it home.


    I climbed over the fence that protects our backyard and walked in front of my room window.


    "Looks like it closed. Good."


    The window has only ever been able stay open for a couple seconds after all.


    I pulled a palm sized extra strength magnet from my pocket and pressed it against the rubber stopper on the bottom of the window.


    It went with the window as I pulled the magnet upwardsEnjoying the story? Show your support by reading it on the official site.


    "Looks like the rubber is starting to tear. Maybe i glued a tad to many metal balls to the bottom?"


    No it''s fine I''ll just order another rubber strip and stuff it a little less.


    I grabbed the bottom of the now lifted up window and slowly slide the magnet away.


    I put the magnet back in my pocket and grabbed my sax case sliding it back in slowly making sure to drop it in the bed carefully.


    I then slide my way down the window as it isn''t exactly big enough for me to just jump right in.


    After slowly getting on the bed I slowly closed the window making sure not to make a single sound even when I lut the lock on.


    I didn''t rest after. I immediately began putting away my sax case.


    I once again moved the mattress and lifted up the wooden support thing that just rest on the floor so I could place my sax in its slot.


    After making sure everything looked fine and that my room was clean I put the bed back to normal and began to sleep after setting a few alarms for seven tomorrow morning.


    ...I''m so tired...that was fun...that was fun?


    But it was so tiring...the playing felt nice...well I won''t find a better place to play...


    After one last thought I feel asleep.


    ....Talking....is hard...


    -Next Morning-


    "LOUD METAL GUITAR NOISES....MORE LOUD METAL GUITAR NOISES...THE CHORUS IS ABOUT TO START...WAKE."


    I grabbed my phone and immediately shut of the alarm.


    How in the hell does this help her sleep...


    I ignored the head ache the music caused and began my morning routine.


    I took off the clothes I was wearing leaving my underwear,put my on my side making sure the rubber strap was squeezingit, grabbed the wooden washboard from the side of my closet door, and hand washed them in the sink with a small bit of soap. After that I beat the hell out of them after the sink had emptied making sure the soap had spread.


    After around five minutes of this I grabbed the washboard and began to get rid of all the extra water and soap making sure not to mess up and ruin the cloth.


    I did it for ten minutes.


    "I''ve become way to good at this...If she changed more often we''d enough clothes to use the washer...no it''s fine."


    Actually we do use it...I just like hand washing stuff better.


    ...Still shes such a slob. Work clothes and the same messy pajama bottoms.


    ...She is pretty creative though with the whole weird stuff collecter shtick she''s got going.


    I then folded my clothes and went to the kitchen.


    "This is a tad dangerous but it''s better than bringing up the price of the electric bill."


    I grabbed two small pans and placed the large raising metal for the stove above them.


    I then tossed the folded clothes and turned the burners to a four and began heating the empty pans.


    I stood at the stove for a while checking the clothes every now and then.


    After a couple minutes the clothes had dried quite a bit. They were still wet as I didn''t want to increase the risk by even a bit but they should dry throughout the day


    I then hung the clothes outside and checked the time.


    "Seven fourty nine. Alright I have another hour so I''ll clean up first."


    I always clean in the morning since neither me nor my mom are here to make a mess the moment it hits ten.


    I grabbed a large trash bag from the pantry and began cleaning the living room.


    "Maybe I should clean the carpet tonight...No it''s fine I''ll do it this weekend."


    I have less hours on the weekends after all.


    I ignored the many stains on the carpet and began grabbing the trash on and by the recliner.


    I grabbed every beer bottle, frozen meal box, and bag of chips and tossed them into the large bag in my hand.


    ...Alright I might not need a second bag.


    After clearing the floor and recliner of trash I began wiping the recliner and couch down.


    ...It looks so ugly a mid size couch in the back and an ugly, old, beer infested, psuedo bed chair trash right in front of the tv.


    I placed the trash at the back of the kitchen and grabbed my shiny spray and some large napkins.


    It''s just a bottle of water and scented cleaner but it makes things look good.


    I sprayed the recliner and rubbed it down with the napkins giving it a nice shiny look.


    I then sprayed a napkin and wiped down the tv screen since she likes a clear screen.


    I checked the time and saw it hit eight.


    I decided to hop in the shower real quickly after setting a ten minute alarm.


    -This scene is omitted because perverts exist-


    I grabbed my work clothes form the backyard and put them on even though they were slightly damp.


    Guess today''s walk is going to be nicer than usual.


    I grabbed the trash bag from the kitchen and began my walk to work.