You can do this.
You will do this.
You can do it.
You can.

"...Please welcome Ms. Wyatt Colombo performing Aria from the Goldberg Variations by Bach and well, a few others that you will instantly recognize."

I looked ahead of me and saw the shiny, clean, black piano. The claps got louder as my feet made their way towards everyone's view. I decided to not scan the crowd, and instead just look straight ahead and bowed when I got in the middle.

Finally, I sat on the bench and started with the first song. Breathe. Breathe. Breathe.
I concentrated closing my eyes, imagining myself in my Halcyon place, relaxing and letting my 'magic fingers,' as Donald says, do the talking for me.

Once my first piece was done, I started on the second one after it was introduced. I repeated the same process and did the same with the third piece. When I pressed the last note to Chopin's Sonata NO.2 in B Flat Minor, claps erupted from across the room.

I walked up to the stage and bowed again, this time searching for the familiar faces of the Way's. I found them near in front of the left stage clapping loudly, grinning from ear to ear. Mikey whistled gaining a smack on his arm by Donna.

Realizing I was standing their for a while, I quickly straightened myself up and exited the stage. "Good job out there, Wyatt!"

Turning, I faced the girl I had met earlier in the morning. "Thanks, Jenny! Good luck on your performance!" I walked into the girls room where we had to leave our stuff and change. I gave the lady behind a table my name and she let me go towards the lockers to get my belongings.
I changed in the bathroom stall and returned the itchy long black dress to the lady before grabbing my bag. I drank from my water bottle as I turned the corner.

"MAGIC FINGERS YOU DID GREAT!"

I beamed at Donald and ran into his arms for his awaiting hug. "You did great, sweetness. You were worried for nothing." Donna added giving me a hug also.

"I was nervous because they're recording the performances. I don't want to see myself screw up." I said hugging Mikey.

"I bet you'll get that scholarship. There's no doubt in my mind that you won't." Gerard said hugging me tightly.

"Today calls for a celebration dinner!"

"Mikey, you always wanna make a celebration dinner out of everything." Gerard said rolling his eyes.

"No I don't! I just think we should celebrate Wyatt's accomplishment today." He said motioning towards me.

"Either way, Party boy, you-"

"C'mon, let's go eat before a debate occurs out in the hall." Donna said as she walked away with Donald. I grabbed both of Mikey and Gerard's shirt sleeves and guided them to the cars.

They continued to argue, but Donald wasn't having any of it. "BOYS, IF YOU DON'T QUIT THIS NONSENSE NOW SO HELP ME GOD I WILL RAIN ON THIS PARADE!"

In an instant, both males got quiet. "Now, Wyatt, we're would you like to eat?"

They all looked at me for an answer. I bit my lip before sighing and replying. "I don't know about you guys, but I'm kinda craving a burger."

"Oh thank god, you read my mind." Gerard said. "C'mon, there's a Burger King a few minutes away."

His parents parted ways with us. I sat in the back while Mikey sat in the passenger side of Gerard's car. I buckled in and rested my head back, getting ready to take a small nap.

Before I knew it, Mikey was shaking me awake. "We're here."

"Seriously? I barely closed my eyes!" I whined.

"Well, it was a short drive considering it was right down the street." He replied chuckling.

I groaned and got out. Gerard stood outside holding the entrance door open. Donna and Donald were already in line holding our place. "Hurry up, Magic Fingers, Ma's almost there to order." He said as I walked towards them.

"Shut up."

"Ooh someone's grouchy."

"Mmm."

"Yikes, someone needs a happy meal."

I rolled my tired eyes. "This is Burger King, use the correct term."

"Nah I rath-"

"What do you guys want?" Donald interrupted.

"Chicken sandwhich, fries, and a Oreo shake, please." I said and went to sit down on a booth.

One by one, they sat down waiting for our order to be called. "So, your father tell me that he's thinking of taking a family vacation." Donald's started to say.

"You forgot the my mother and I are not part of Lucas's family, Don."

"Wyatt-"

"Order 471!"

He sighed and got up along with Gerard to get the trays. "You know Donald just wants to fix everything, Wyatt. He doesn't understand that somethings don't need to be fixed, especially when only one person is trying." Donna patted my hands that were placed in front of us.

Mikey, who sat next to her, nodded his head. "Don't worry, you can stay with us."

I gave a small smile, happy to be part of their family.

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