Seventeen

There was only one thing he still hated with all his life, the piano, and today, as an adult, he looks down on the beautiful instrument as his mother looks on with amusement.

- Come on, Pinky, don't be a frustrated musician. - He exclaimed with amusement, quoting the movie he loved so much, Pink Floyd's The Wall.

- I don't remember anything, actually.

His mother snorted sarcastically.

- So how are you going to play Portia's show, then? You volunteered.

- I know, it's just that I actually thought I'd remember how to play, I didn't. I don't remember how to do it.

Luna appeared through the door catching James and his mother's attention. She wore her hair tied up in a bun and baggy clothes. Her belly was huge and James knew how uncomfortable she could be.

- Hello, Nana. - She greeted and kissed her mother-in-law's cheek. -- Hello James. - She kissed him. - Are you practicing Portia's songs?

James looked at his mother cautiously and she quickly realized that her son didn't know what to say