Dion [For My Twins]

Prologues

“Kak, how are you?” said someone in a hat while rubbing a tombstone.

From his two eyeballs, there was a clear beam of glass. She cried. Dion Purnama Putra was engraved clearly on that new tombstone. The ground is not wet. The frangipani flowers are still red and adorn the tomb. It had been two years, the man lying without a sound left him.

“Kak, tonight I will enter the Music Talented competition. I'll bring the victory cup to you,” he sobbed. “Thank you very much Brother, you have taught me,” he said as he left the tombstone.

The young man in the hat stepped away leaving the silent cemetery. Slowly, the two wheeled vehicles moved and headed towards a magnificent building. Hustle and bustle sounds were heard throughout the room. People like sardines in cans. Sitting up and looking forward to something.

“Next participant, a guy who will display his cleverness in playing drums. Just call us, Dion,” call the host please.

The young man immediately advanced onto the stage. He stood on a large musical instrument that almost covered his small body. Drums. Then, he sat down in a small chair near the drum and showed some cleverness. All eyes are glued. The audience was fascinated by the beautiful drumming. So amazing! He is capable of playing a variety of beautiful genres. Jazz, Pop, and Rock fused through the drum stick it held.

TUKS! The last blow stopped. Silent. Lonely atmosphere. No one makes a sound, no one even winks. Not for long, PUK. PUK.. PUK. The voice broke the momentary silence. The young man stood up, bowed, and smiled at the audience.

“Congratulations, yes!” congratulations, they kept coming to Dion.

Now, a trophy of victory was very close to him. He hugged her very tightly. He even smelled the golden-colored thing. This cup is very important for him. He would give it to the person who had taught him about the drums.

“Hei!” greet someone. “Congratulations on your victory as the best drummer!” said again. He looked at Dion in amazement, from the tips of his feet and head. Not only was he stunned, the three guys nearby also gawked at the figure before him.

Dion nodded in agreement, replying to the greeting. He is happy and proud of his skills. He fought very hard. He ignored his fingers becoming red and swollen just to hit the biggest band tool. It was a pain and a pain.  But the injury is nothing. Happiness felt is priceless by anything.

“What do you mean? I don't understand?” dion shook his head not understanding.

“Alright, I'll explain. Before that, introduce. I'm Rian, the head of this band and I play the keyboard. To my left, Andre, he's our band's guitarist, and the two guys to my right, Rio and Bian, he's the bassist and vocalist. And the name of our band is SCORPIO,” is obviously that little bald haired guy named Rian.

“Keep, what does this have to do with me?”

“We need a drummer. And we feel that you are very suitable to be the drummer of our band,” he explained. “Do you want to join?” rian asked with a stir.

“NO!” dion said firmly.

Dion immediately stepped away. He knew his words were too strong. Even too jutek. But, he has to do it. Yes, he promised in his heart. He will no longer play drums. There is too much chaos if he continues his beloved hobby. STOP OUT! The drummer in that competition was the last for him. He only played drums for that guy, nothing more.

“Wait, why did you refuse our invitation? Do you have your own band?” said the guy named Andre was frowning in wonder.

“Not your business. I still don't want to join your band. POINT!” dion said in an angry tone.

Dion walked away. The good mood that had been tempestuous turned into a very deep bad mood. He ran with all his might. Breath is broken. Hope the boys don't chase her and force her into the band. Really am! He doesn't want to play drums any more than this competition.

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