Love Is Insanity

"What the hell mum? No. you don't even live with me anymore!" I slammed my Nokia onto the scratched marble top counter. Didn't she understand the meaning of no. My parents have always been so eager for me to pursue a career in showbiz, until today when they found out my grandmother was quite a successful actress in her time. Then it seemed i HAD to be this flansy pancy little showboy. I hated acting, wasn't to keen on singing, and ignored anything to do with acting. However, i loved playing the guitar.
"That's where the singing comes in Frankie." My mother had chimed earlier "and i don't suppose it will take us longer than a week to find you a cheap professional!"
My parents weren't wrong. I definitely could do with some goodness in my voice, and it would come in handy if i was to make lyrics after creating a song on guitar. My pansy. Pansy was like my trusty stallion, and for sure would make a prettier show boy than i ever would. With its cheap carved design, and snowy white gloss finish. A woodwork ballerina it would be.
BEEP BEEP BEEP!
My alarm clock sounded. Was that a dream? It couldn't of been, i swear i didn't delete those two-hundred texts messages from dad last night. Probably not, because my phone began ringing again.
"Go away mum, dad!" I shouted groggily, drooling onto the keypad.
"Frank, it's Ray you numbty. Seriously you should save your contacts."
"agh shit, sorry buddy im a bit out of sorts today. Had a dream that my parents got me singing lessons to be mummy's little showboy."
"Dude, what's up with this showbiz thing? We need to hang out and clear it up." He laughed but i could tell he was fed up of me bantering on about this thing. He knew it drove me crazy, and that a therapist was needed if i kept having these delusions.
DING DONG!
"Darling Frankie were here like you asked." My mum called from downstairs. How the hell did she get in, and why was she here? Crap. I pulled my iron maiden shirt on from the side of my bed, and wiped off the residue of last nights remaining eyeliner.
"Frank, you there?" Ray shouted from the phone which was now rattling in its shell on the floor.
"Yeah, sorry Ray gotta go. Parents have arrived. IM probably in the shit for leaving my window open or destroying the neighbours garden patch with my remote control monster truck. You know how they are, always driving past my house like every hour." I chucked my phone back down on the floor and got up, my back clicking in from bending over during the phone call. I pulled my jeans up before my dad reminded me i was 'flying low' and scurried downstairs.
"Son. Good good news." My dad was engulfed in the couch with his arms stretching out either way. He looked happy, for once, with mum cuddled to his side, her arms poised in her lap. "We've managed to get some lessons for you, and the teacher is willing to start your first one tonight."
"um-well i would prefer to just stick with guitar. You know i hate singing, and that time you made me sing toxic at the old ladies karaoke night." I shivered slightly thinking about the wrinkled eyes of all those women feeding me tea and biscuits, and leaving imprints on my cheek with saggy chapped gums.
"Im sure you'll have fun sweety. Ive heard your teacher is a young man around your age, you might make a friend."
"Mum, this man is there to help me sing, not learn to be social." I was feeling slightly shooken that i had a guy as my tutor. Usually all my friends were girls, until i lost all of them by stupid jocks. Probably the main reason we don't have a connection there. They cant all be idiots right?
"Look at the time! I need to head to the ticket office to buy the tickets for billy eliott for us to see." Mum got up and excused herself by hugging me tightly and tripping down the garden path on her peg heels.
"See you Frankie boy." Dad laughed ruffling my hair up "don't forget to get yourself a good meal before you head off." Before i got to say goodbye, he hurried to mum and my door was slammed in the wind.
Tonight, huh?....

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