Become your Inspiration

Inspiration

Just thinking about it makes me very frustrated. I stopped playing the piano, got up from my seat and got off the stage.

"Raven, where are you going?" He said while holding my hand.

"Mrs.Yu, release! Don't make me any more angry!!" I said full of emotion.

"But promise me you'll take the show, making a song really easy for you anyway".

"I TOLD YOU TO LET GO!!"

I pushed him until he fell.

"Gosh, he's acting up again"

"That Mrs.Yu is a good man"

"The tampers are terrible"

"Basic troublemaker"

Ck, I left the room feeling full of anger. I sent a message to my friends to meet, wanting to tell my complaint.

I sent a message to my friends to go to our usual place to relax. They said they'd be there soon so I left first.

I walked through the corridor, up the stairs, then opened the door. The wind hit my face, it was so soothing. It was so calm, but my head was remembering something unpleasant this morning.

My mother and father both worked, but unlike my father who only worked as an ordinary employee, my mother worked as the CEO of the company, and the old man always fought with my mother because of that problem.

Just this morning he...

"SO YOU'RE AGAINST YOUR FATHER'S ORDERS?" the old man shouted while pounding the dining table.

"But dad, I want to take part in the race" said my 9-year-old sister Nala. Nala was very talented in painting, and Nala's teacher offered her to enter the race, but the old man continued to ban her.

"NO, I WON'T ALLOW YOU" he yelled at Nala.

"DON'T YELL AT MY SISTER! HOW DARE YOU!" my yelling.

"Why do you keep limiting Nala? Don't tell me you're like this because being jealous of a successful mother is different from you, so you're limiting Nala?" I continued, I know my words are so harsh, I purposely made them that harsh.

"YOU-" she must be confused to speak, because of course what I said was true.

"By the way mom's not here, I'm sure she's busy" I said.

"Certainly busy taking care of your divorce papers" I continued.

"DARE THAT! I'M YOUR DAD!!" then he screamed and hit me.

"YOU DON'T DESERVE TO BE CALLED FATHER!" he stopped, looked at me, his son whom he had beaten and then looked at Nala, his daughter whom he had already snapped. There Nala was crying. Then he left this room.

"When I want to get back the blow, ck next time" I thought.

Thinking about this and this morning gave me a little headache. After I remember, I had to make a song for the show later. It used to be very easy to make a song, but lately I've been having a hard time finding inspiration.

I walked forward and took a cigarette out of my pocket, I heard it makes my mind clear. Before I never smoked, yes, even though getting the nickname troublemaker does not mean I smoke, right? I still love my body.

After I tried this cigarette was very. The smoke made my eyes sting, god did I use it wrong or what?

No, my precious eyes. So-so.

But suddenly there was a woman in front of me, I was shocked and jumped back.

"Who are you? What are you doing here?" ask me with a little high tone. The woman did not answer and was busy touching her bag.

"Hmm this..I think you need it" she said as she thrust a small pink handkerchief at me, what for?

Before I spoke up he suddenly returned to touch his bag, what happened to this woman?

After getting what he was looking for, he handed it to me. Pink handkerchief and.wound plaster with pictures of ducks. I started to realize it was because of my lip wound from my father, but this handkerchief..?

"There's people coming, you don't want anyone to see you crying, do you? Take it" said the woman. Crying out? Who is crying?

"Rapidly remove, they will come soon" the woman's sky then forced to accept a handkerchief and plaster from her, after which she turned around. Before turning around at a glance I saw a slightly unfamiliar look on my face but I knew her a little, like my mother's face when I was sick. What's that name?

"Hey, what's your name?" I asked before she completely disappeared from my sight, but she kept running ignoring my questions.

If I remember more clearly, that woman...

'Deg's'

"Oh hey Raven, have you been waiting a long time?" Ask Lion. I immediately ran past the three of them regardless of their questions.

"uh? What's wrong with her?"

"Follow it"

Arriving at my private practice room, I immediately sat down in front of the piano. I don't know why I feel like I hear a foreign song spinning in my head and I feel like I have to follow it. Before the song disappeared, I started playing the piano in sync with the song I heard.

"Oh, are you making another song?" ask Ray.

"Shhhhh, he's focused" Hanz said.

The song I heard slowly began to disappear. No, I have to play it until the end. Although the song had completely disappeared I kept trying to find the correct.

"It's just like that?" lion patted my shoulder.

"That was very good" Hanz said.

"But didn't you say you couldn't write any more songs? Well, it's great if you've got the inspiration to write a song" Ray said.

"That's it!! Inspiration!!" My voice is causing them confusion. Right, inspiration. Butwhat? I didn't see anything special today.

I took something out of my pocket and grasped it firmly, is it because of this handkerchief? My other hand was clutching a small plaster. Or because of this plaster? It's possible, because it's the first time I've seen plaster with such a strange image. Wait for...

Or because of that woman?

Wait, what was his name?

"Do you know a woman who is my shoulder, has a dark brown hair that is messy, then has black eyes make anyone who sees it feel sucked in?" ask my friends. Instead of answering my questions they put on a look like a fool.

"Let's answer!" I'm upset.

"How can I answer that? The way you describe someone is very strange!" lion Protest.

"Ck, so you don't know?" I was answered with a head by them. It's okay, I can ask Mrs.Yu for help to find the woman.