"Mom!" I called, as I ran down the stairs, my dark brown hair flying into my face as I did so.
"What is it, sweetie?" She called back from the kitchen and I rolled my eyes, walking into there, with my arms crossed.
"Mom," I repeated myself. "Have you seen my lucky guitar pick? You know, the one that used to be dad's?"
Minutes earlier, inspiration had struck and I had sat down, prepared to write a song, but found I had no pick to do so. I tore through my bed room, panic having seized my body and came near close to crying until I realized, my mom must know where it was, considering she knew where everything I lost was.
My mom paused, trying to remember if she had seen the silver and blue pick that usually hung from my neck but was obviously missing at the time. I grew impatient as she thought. "Yes," she finally said. "You left it in your music studio out back. I found it while cleaning."
I breathed a sigh of relief before running from the house, out back to where my music studio stood. I slid inside, stepping over a cord for an amp and snatched up the pick that laid on the coffee table successfully. A smile lit up my face and I practically skipped back inside.
"Piper! Beckett! Come sit down! It's dinner time!" I heard my mom's shout from all the way outside and scrambled in through the back door and to the dining room table. I could smell the chicken Parmesan my mom had cooked and felt my mouth water slightly as Beckett, my younger brother, sat next to me, frowning.
"What's wrong, lil bro?" I asked, tilting my head to inspect him, pieces of my bangs falling into my face. Like usual, Beckett reached forward and tucked them behind my ear with a slight sigh. I gave him a worried look, touching his shoulder, hesitantly.
He gave me a reassuring smile. "It's nothing, Pipe. Just eat. I know you're hungry. You always are. Which I don't understand, considering how skinny you are."
"None of us do, Beckett. I think it'll always be a secret to the world." My mom joked as she walked in, carrying our plates. She set them down in front of us and kissed our heads before sitting across from us. For a couple minutes, the table fell into a comfortable silence where we all appreciated the food that sat before us. After a few a minutes of this silence that was actually quite rare in our house, my mom set down her fork quite loudly and took a deep breath.
"I have an announcement."
Beckett and I exchanged glances, knowing this probably wouldn't end well. It never did when she said something like that. We both waited for her to continue.
"As we all know, Piper has been gifted with the talents of her father's singing and guitar playing, but chooses to do absolutely nothing with it," she started, shooting a glare in my direction which I promptly returned. "But I'm about to put an end to that."
"Mom..." Panic was filling my small body, causing me to have a hard time swallowing my food. "What are you talking about?"
"There's a school. For talented kids, like you, Piper. And I submitted a video, of you singing and playing your guitar to The Guitar Player. They loved it... And accepted you... And you're going because I am your mom and I say so."
I dropped my fork and besides me, Beckett began choking on chicken. My eyes were wide and my breaths were coming out in short little pants. I was not about to go to a special arts school. Nope, nah, like no seriously. I vowed to myself that I wouldn't become a mucisian like my dead best, absentee father.
I was going to become a lawyer. That's what I had decided long ago. But now, my mom was changing things. Photos of my dad and song lyrics swirled through my mind as I blacked out.
When I woke up, Beckett and my mom's faces hovered above mine.
"Piper, are you okay?" Beckett asked, helping me up off the floor. I nodded, rubbing my head where I had hit it.
"Yeah. For the most part." I sighed. "Though, I would seriously love to not going to the performing arts school wherever it is. Wait, where is it, even?"
"Well, that's the thing." My mom gave me a sheepish smile. "It's kind of in Australia." My eyes widened and I laid back down on the floor, closing my eyes. Beckett poked my arm, probably knowing I hadn't fainted, but was trying not to dissolve into a puddle of tears. Though, I was already pretty close.
I was going to kill my mom for this. Of course, after I got back from Australia, because knowing my mom there was no way out of this.
I groaned and slammed my head against the floor.