– And what shall I do with it? – I looked at my mom.
– What-what. – My mother scratched her teeth. – Sell this useless thing.
Suddenly I got a spark in my soul.
– Mom, I can become a virtuoso just like Kesha was! We have this music school down the road, I can go there.
– What things can come to your mind… You could sell it, and buy your mother a crate of wine. – My mother sighed and waved her arm. – Alright, you can go there, – she almost sang and disappeared in the hallway.
It's been a while since I got thrilled like this. I hurried to dress up, zipped the case, combed my hair and ran off to the street.
Going through the streets, I was being eaten by doubts. What is this mysterious good future chance going to give me? Would I be able to get steady in life like my beloved brother? What is hiding in the music school? I had yet to find it all out.
Shortly after my thoughts I reached my destination. I opened a heavy door, came inside and got surprised by high pre-revolutionary ceilings. Then I paid my attention to the walls and it wasn't in vain – the walls had portraits of the great ones on them, looking down at anyone who had courage to walk under them, just like they were supposed to. I completely forgot about the door and let it go so it slammed itself, hitting the case. Right after that I heard a gentle high-pitched voice:
– Careful! You need to be careful with such things.
I looked around and saw a God dandelion. Like a priestess, she walked in my direction, but in her age she could only be an old lady who weeps at someone's funeral. She looked behind my back as if she was looking for something.
– Good afternoon! Who are you going to give us? Where are the kids?
– Hello… – I was taken aback. – I don't have children…
The woman looked at the floor awkwardly, then she got back her smile.
– Do you want to do it yourself? – She shrugged her shoulders. – Well, it isn't bad, it's never too late.
I realized how much of an idiot I was. Children come here! The moment is wasted, and now I can only cheer up my dear mother by exchanging the cursed case with its content for booze.
The old lady continued, not knowing about my sorrows:
– It's great that you came here today. We're taking new students, you can sign up for the next academic year. Follow me, I'll check your hearing.