The curtain opens, and with great propriety appeared, Axelle, a tall, pale, auburn brown-haired, soft blue eyes, in white shirt, with two upper-shirt buttons open.
He walked to the dark upright Yamaha piano, his legs feeling a bit heavier with every step he took. Axelle had never played in front of his father before. He had always been locked in his room.
Axelle sat on the piano stool, looked towards the crowd.
They were all here.
He placed his hands and was ready to play the piano. He looked at his father. His father nodded and have a small smile to him.
His fingers slid across the piano. He closed his eyes, his mind envisioned of his father's face, his togetherness with his favorite piano, and his fought with his father a few years ago.
Axelle poured his whole feel in the tempest. His days had been awful, and how he struggled alone to reach the dream without the support of her loved ones.
Axelle ended, stayed seated, he smiled, took a deep breath, and elegantly folded his hands on his knees.
The crowd broke into thunderous applause, Axelle looked at his father who wiped away all the evidence of his crying.
"I did it, dad," he muttered softly.
*
So, here he is, sitting with his arms on either his knees, and his head dropped down.
"Give me a reason why you don't want to run our family business?" asked an old gentleman, with gray hair hanging about her face.
"Axelle! Not going to answer me?" he glared at Axelle.
"You knew the answer, dad." Axelle stared up at his father.
"Pianist, pianist, pianist. You think being a pianist makes your life be prosperous?" his father shouted.
"I just wanna be a professional pianist, dad." He looked extremely stressed, running a hand through his effortlessly tousled hair.
"Don't you realize that you're the one and only my son?"
"Of course, I do." His blue eyes full of fury and frustration.
His father sighed, "ok, prove to me that you can be a professional pianist. I dare you." His father stared at him with a cold and hard expression.
*
He woke up each morning, went to college, do his assignment, before going to sleep he practiced a new melodies, and variations of songs he knew. Axelle's reason for waking up every morning was his dream.
He never gives up and he works hard.
Axelle had become determined to follow his dream, he had a passion for music. He teach himself to play the piano every day, besides, he grew more and more determined to become a professional pianist.
Deep down he wanted to prove to his father that he could be a professional pianist and make his father proud of him.
One day he saw an orchestra, he sitting in the front row. Without even knowing it, he was playing the notes, which he know by heart, on an imaginary piano.
Next to him was sitting a man who smiled at him, "do you play piano?" he asked at Axelle.
Axelle nodded. "Yes, I do."
"I'm James, I can teach you about piano lessons. Come to my home, if you want." He shuffled in the pocket of his brown suit and took a card out giving to Axelle.
"Thank you." Axelle took the card.
"Come whenever you want." James said.
Evidently, James was a pianist in an orchestra.
Every day after college he came to James' house to learn and practice the piano.
Axelle auditioned a lot and won them, until he become a professional solo pianist.
*
"Dad!" Axelle calling his father from behind, after the piano recital.
Turning around, his father found Axelle jogging up behind him.
Axelle Immediately embraced his father so tight.
"I proud of you, son. Forgive me." A trail of tears rolled down from his corner of his eyes, down his cheeks.
