Click.

There was a guy, and a girl getting closer to each other until they kissed finally and that’s how the movie ended.

Lame.

Seriously. Romantic movies almost always end up like that. The two characters reconcile and end up kissing and living happily forever after… Totally not real. At least from my point of view. Sometimes you wouldn’t even get drama because there was absolutely no guy in your life… which was fine by me. Less drama, more time for my own things.

I turned off the T.V. since there was no point in watching it. Even the news were incredibly biased most of the time. ¿What’s up with saying only Israel’s point of view not Gaza’s? ¿Or the other way around? Really. If the world is going to be this hypocritical I’d rather better not even get in touch with it.

“¿Siyeon?” I heard my mom call out.

I angled my head backwards in direction of the stairs and said. “¿Yeah?”

“Go practice now since you don’t have any homework.”

“Okay.”

That’s how it was around here. The only thing that mattered was music. Not that I did mind, I loved playing the trumpet. I would do it as many times as I wanted to but when my mom imposes it on me feels like it’s an obligation. I let it got though. It was true that if I had time right now, it was better for me to use it wisely.

I stood up from the couch wondering what song I should practice today. For me, it didn’t matter what type of song it was, there was always a way to play it with my trumpet alone or using some kind of backing track as well. Preferably a piano one which I would record myself.

Anyway. I walked down the corridor of the first floor and at the end there was a glass door. It’s dark, meaning you can’t see through it unless you’re at the other side. Yep, fancy huh? Had to convince my parents that I really needed a soundproof room some years ago. They refused at first but I made sure to play every day as loud as I could and as much as I could. Eventually my parents received complaint notes from the neighbors saying that even though they liked to listen to my music it was an exaggeration to be doing it at midnight.

I chuckled as I opened the door. Sometimes, manipulating your parents was easy if you knew how to show them the way that it would be of benefit to all.

Inside you wouldn’t believe how many different kinds of recording devices there were. Instruments hung on the walls, packed in cases and pretty much anything you could imagine. Trumpet WAS my favorite instrument but i till enjoy playing others. I went over to the glass table at the corner of the room and eyed the music sheet I had written. There wasn’t any that I really did want to play in particular and because of that I took my laptop and searched for songs.

There was a huge list to choose from but I guess that I ended up going with a song I’d never bothered to play. ‘What a Wonderful World.’

Hmm…. Louis Armstrong. Not bad.

I heard many arrangements in YouTube before doing my own, but decided to write and get the trumpet part in my head first. It didn’t take long. I had if after about… 20 minutes. I wrote down the part that were the hardest for me, and put both my trumpet and music sheet off to the side while I recorded the percussion and piano parts.

Exactly when I was about to finish the last piano bar my mom unexpectedly came into the room. It was a really weird sight to see her between so many instruments, but I guessed that the fact that she was here meant that she needed to talk to me. She never really does, so this was an exception.

“¿Yeah?” I said taking off my earphones.

“Just here to tell you that we’ve got new neighbors.” She said sliding her hand over the black piano.

“¿So?” ¿Was that really of any importance to me? “¿Are you saying that the old man who lived next door died in his asylum and a new family has moved in?”

My mom pursed her pink lips at my answer. She eyed me with her light brown eyes which I inherited from her. “Yes. That and that there’s a girl maybe around your age who you might think of getting along with.”

I rolled my eyes at that.

Pfft. Right.

Getting along.

“Siyeon. You’ll probably see her almost every day so don’t let this chance slip from you.” My mom warned me.

“¿Is that it? May I got back to my music, ¿mom?” I said trying to cut her off.

She sighed and took some steps towards the door but she turned around and said, “I’ll be going later to greet them. I’ll want you to come with me.”

Before I could protest she closed the door and walked down the house corridor. Even if I had been able to, she wouldn’t have heard me through the soundproof walls.

Stupid.

¿Why would she be interested in knowing the neighbors? More importantly, ¿why would she want me to meet the new girl? ¿Was it even necessary?

I sighed. It was probably better to meet her now, establish the rules and ignore her for the rest of my life… Yeah, that sounded like a great plan. Talking about sound, I remembered what I was doing before my mom came in with her useless blabber. I the recording and realized that I really hadn’t been able to record the last bar.

Editing the audio was going to be a hassle…

Better to record the whole piano part again.

***

I threw the dirty clothes into the basket next to my desk, grabbed a green checkered shirt, a top and dark shorts and put them on slowly since I wasn’t really in a rush. In the end, my mom had a conversation with a man next door who changed our plans to visit into a dinner with them. When she told me that, I was incredibly annoyed by the fact that she didn’t