Chapter 3 • That 18 was painful•

~ Sometimes the most painful of our experience brings out the best that could happen to us~

Alex's POV :

"Alexander, do you really want to embarrass me in front of my all the relatives and the business partners. Nobody, means literally nobody in this family had chosen their career as musician. That means you also can't," my dad scolded me furiously. The level of anger on his eyes was more than I could have imagined.

I belonged to the one of the topmost business families.Since my birth everything of mine was decided.The clothes I wear, the school I go, the courses I take and obviously the career as well.

I was bound to walk through the part that my dad had paved me all along but I chose different. I chose to be out if his league and out of his track which he had paved for me.

"But dad I really love music. I don't feel pleased doing the business. Learning music notes and chords, make me vibrant but when I look at my account volumes, they make me feel that this are not for me, "I said to dad.

I was never scared of dad. I was always rebellious in the family. My choices never were as per my family need since I was a child.

I chose to be in crowds, when my older brother chose to be alone, locked and indulged himself on dad's business.

I couldn't literally do it. Those things were not meant for me.

My mom was tired, always tired of the father and son talking back to back to each other in the large dining table, everyday.

But I loved my mom. There were even times when dad hit me because of that but my mom she was the one who came to me at midnight and put the ointment in my bruises.

But I was rebellious. The dream that my dad paved for me, I couldn't do it. I choose to walk to my path.The path that would make my soul alive.

Dad had told me music should just be a passion you should never mix it up with the thoughts that it could be a career. But I decided to make my passion as my career.

The forced career that he applied on my brother couldn't be applied to me. I want to be a bird. A bird who flies freely in the sunny,blue sky. A bird who shelters in the shade when it rains and a bird who flies high and high in the sky never afraid of any dangers that would come to him in future.

So, these all things, I couldn't take any more. I left my house, a big mansion where I had everything, where my each and every wishes could be fulfilled, where I was born with the silver spoon on my mouth, I left that home just for that dream.

I had only some money in my pocket, my guitar on my back and some of my belongings in my bag.

I didn't even dared to bring the money that my dad had earned in his lifetime.That money was the money,I earned playing my guitar in the bars.

But that money couldn't let me survive for so many days. I had rent to pay, food to be fed and the guitar classes to go.

I gave up on my food for my guitar classes. Thinking that my guitar was my magic wand which would feed me as much as I want later.

But the expenses were a lot. It was getting out of my control. My food started to get less and and one day, I had nothing to eat. I hid from my house owners because I had no rent to pay.

I still played guitar in the bars but being a rookie in the field, I wasn't paid much and sometimes I would get none.

I wanted to audition for a singing program but I didn't have money even for that.

That night, I was at the back gate of the bar. I couldn't help myself but cry to my situation.

I walked out of the house, rebelling my dad for my dreams but I had no money for that dream now.

I was nothing, nothing but a miserable no one. I cried to myself. I started from zero and I thought I ended becoming zero at last.

That day made me doubt my decisions.I thought they dreams are nothing. They are just the dream which would vanish at the end of the night.

That night, I had thought that I would give up on becoming what I wanted to be. I decided to return back to my home and walk over my dreams. Dad would surely accept me, if I tell him that I was ready to ascend his business.

But, I would haven't been able to face myself, to be proud myself.I could never be happy.

I could feel the warm and salty tears, which were touching my lips.

There are only few times that a guy cries.

When his loved ones leave him and when he is broken inside with no thought of getting back upright.

I was crying because my dreams were all shattered.

"Why are you crying? You look pathetic,"I heard a strong and gorgeous voice from the side. That voice wasn't beautiful but it was captivating and so influential.

I glimpsed at that direction.

A girl who appeared to be older than me, wearing a black leather jacket, washed Blue Jeans and the black high heeled boots was posing erect beside me, tucking her hands inside the pocket.

I wiped away my tears.You know, I couldn't dare to show my tears to the girl. It was embarrassing moment for me.

She came beside me and sat beside me, "What happened kid? Did you ran away from the home? Are you rebelling against your parents? What is it? "she said in the strong voice.

When she said all of those things, I felt as if she was the angel watching over me that she knows everything about me. My tears started to come out.

I placed a mask in my face immediately because I don't want to show that I was weak to anyone.

"You rebelled right. Ahhhhh..., kids do that all the time .Anyway, if you don't wanna get back, here's the money. Serve yourself kiddo," she said as she took out a bundle of money from her pocket and hand it over to me. She must be freaking rich. No one, no one gives that money to anyone, even to the relatives. How can she give it to me?

She handed me that money which was fifty thousands and walked away from there.

At first I didn't want to have that but she left it there as if she didn't care whoever takes that.

Then, I took that money. After all, it seemed she cared less about it.

That was the first money invested for my career. If she wasn't there to help me then, I wouldn't be a singer today.

I had used that money for my auditions.It really helped me.

I would have given up on my dreams a long time ago.

This girl whose name I didn't know and who didn't know my name, we met again.

These all years, I became so busy that I almost forget about my startings. I was too blind that I never wanted to see my past but after seeing her again, I realized that this face, I could never forget.

Because this face isn't the face of my girlfriends whom I never cared. This face is the face of someone who should be more respected than any other woman in my life.

She holds the most excellent designation of my life. This girl is her.Whose name I don't know even today.

That, 18 year, I will never forget.

That 18 years was the most painful year, of my life. I faced my greatest war against myself at that age. I lost all my good emotions and was all broken down at that age but when I saw her today, I realized that, 18 wasn't the only age of my sufferings but it was also the age of hope, age of youth to follow his dream and the age that would never give up.