Artwork by: Akira Kusaka
Chapter two: phases
"Renee, you shouldn't have done this, you are barely overcoming a previous trauma" said by Kevin who argued with Renee for seeking information regarding the mandaean pianist who was slot by rulers of his trible... who included very minor little artists that remained repressed eternally, only one broke the circle
And when he did, he died... they couldn't bear their hardcore temptations that led them to kill someone under the label of God's command, they just gave themselves authority to control one's soul...
"He will purify when he reincarnates as a God's messenger, he will be there fulfilling good deeds as it should be" they stated when they were arrested by the government...
March, 10 years ago
Renee was playing in the sea with her aunt throwing ball for each other, meanwhile, all the kids were building sand castles over the shore... suddenly everyone started screaming and running apart from the place...
"Lydia " the cousin of Renee ran over a torn wire with her wet feet... and she didn't last for too long, she died instantly,
Renee was still trying to figure out the reason why everyone was wailing and being terrorized, before Kevin had restricted her from interfering and withdrew her away from the entrance of the restaurant...
The only bad memory that was captured by her naked eyes that day, was when she found her aunt's daughter laying dead on the floor, looking pale and her nails, toes, fingertips and lips were blue, the fear that spawned that day in Renee's heart, was caused by wires... Indeed why she is traumatized and unable to interact with any electrical device...
Kevin asked her out... she wore fine and went downstairs to charge her phone in the pharmacy, that how it works every time she just gives her phone to the occupants and they charge it for her... the more she grows up the more fear dwells her and escalates...
She saw Kevin waiting two feet apart, she rode the care, then moved the seat back slowly, likewise opened the window nearby to feel the warm air hitting her face before it gets stormy and blows people's laundries, happiness and calmness...
It doesn't make so much divergence... in Renee's case, she's always alerted, always worried and out of passion... but yet she tries hard to regain it
Kevin interrupted her atmospheric moment and asked "so what have you understood throughout the long duration you were reading in?"
"Talents are killed by extremists!" She said, then her phrase was followed by another spoken by Kevin, who inquired "what else?" Waiting a pretty persuasive answer ... the only answer that should be heard from her, the only message this pianist spread through becoming nations...
"I don't know, he was a rebel, he did what he wanted" she said...
"That's passion, Renee, you have talent but you lack passion, don't you?" Said kevin
"I don't know since when..." Renee responded
"That's not significant what is significant is the present , if you focus on it, on eradicating every decisive entity that drags your spirit down , if you do this I guarantee you that this trauma will fade away, and your passion will be a companion of yours, the past deprives you from moving forwards, it wants to imprison you forever, there's no interrogation that allows you to tell your story, there's only jury that do not require a summon of you , they can already decide your verdict without your attendance, you are their prisoner, a prisoner of the past " said by Kevin
Whose words seemed nonsense to Renee
"So what am I supposed to do, among all this speech I capture no meaning , there's no message beyond your complex corny advice" said by her
He smiled and told her to resume playing that piece...
She told him it's not composed by her, it was composed by the pianist who died decades ago
He still insisted on her to continue it... and that the pianist is forwarding his message through her, so it better not be discarded,
"But what's the message?" She asked Kevin
And he responded "passion"...
He drove his car to a parking lot, then they went to the studio together , he to witness, she to play... everyone played the mundane part they keep rehearse but her melody came across theirs to deviate from the pattern, she started to play that piece of the obsolete pianist ... then surprisingly added a new note that can fit... everyone started murmuring and loathing her attitude,
"You are always selfish and want to spot the light only on you, what have you exactly done right now?" Said by a member of the band,
"Oh dear lord! She's leaving again, you should quite our band if you're not interested, play solo, we don't want to see you again" said by the same person
She went home , astonished by this weird event , she wanted to update her parents but her guts couldn't drive her to do such a thing, since she's still not quite aspired about it...
She kept playing her piano the entire night until she fell a sleep over its tiles...
She was hit by a dream that directly awakened a good memory within her...
She saw her mother hanging the clothes in the balcony in a rainy day, putting clips to install them correctly, and then covered them with a tarpaulin to split the water and the dust from accessing their laundry,
She took her wet daughter to her closet, she picked a furry pajama to put on her...and dried her hair, then prepared hot chocolate for everyone before they watch the series they used to watch at the same timing ... she didn't accommodate any of the series events but all what she felt is warmth... and warmth made her paint that day... it revived her passion
But after she was traumatized she became only intimidated, cold and careless
She woke up, everyone was sleeping, she never saw the house the way she saw through her vision at that night, she just stared at the couch that has a blanket over it, the TV show that was never watchrd by anyone due to late time, the homework sheets dropped on the floor , the dirty dishes left in the sink, the lunch leftovers kept in the fridge, she overheard behind her parents door, and heard them snoring ...
The cats are meowing outside, and the sun is rising in three hours... this is "life" the life she was hiding away from it ... the life that she finally escaped to...
Next morning she called Kevin, her voice sounded raspy, tired and dull
He asked her about the reason thus she told him that she didn't sleep much...
She invited him home... under the observation of her parents...
He came in hurry, enthusiastic and thirsty for what she will present for him, she played the piece fully and just viewed her first invention for one mortal...
Now it should be revealed for traffics...
Two years later,
her heels were knocking on the floor; the floor of a theater that always embraces talents from all the world... where seats were full of audiences involving her parents, siblings ,Kevin, and her band members whom she compensated after the misunderstanding happened between them...
to play her piece not for the first time...
to announce her victory over her past, and to declare that she's not intending to be defeated again and again, until the world ends.
May passion never be dead.
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