A story of how a lazy teen met a boy with history and a boy who was tired
REPUBLISHED AND DISCONTINUED!!!
Warning: cringe ass writing, early 2021 anime tiktok references
I noticed that there were not many Given x Reader stories so I thought I would...
Diagram of a drum set, to help understand whatever the hell I'm talking about
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Y/n POV:
'Just as I thought...rusty,' I think while scanning over my father's old drumset. Even though it hasn't been touched in about 4 years, most of the parts were in good condition, but some small parts on the snare needed to be replaced. Some of the tugs needed to be tightened a bit as well and some of the grippies on the bottom of the stands probably should be changed, but I could easily fix those things with a manual. The problem was that I had to take the snare in, buy new parts, and replace the old ones with the new ones.
Anyone viewing this scene may wonder why I'm looking over this old-ass drumset at 10 am on a Saturday morning when I could be sleeping in. Well, Mom had told me to dust out the spare room and to make room for some of my father's old things she was moving from her room. And like the good child I am, with loads of complaining, I cleaned it out and moved the drumset into the corner. However, the copper colour that was building on the snare had caught my attention, which leads me to thoroughly scanning the whole set.
Another question that could be asked is why we have a drumset in our apartment. The answer to that is that when I was about 10, Dad saw this drumset on sale for a really cheap price. Originally it would have cost 58 000 yen ($700 CAN, $550 US), but the store was selling it for 90% off. With that price, you might assume something was wrong with the drums or cymbals, but apparently, someone had returned them in perfect condition, deciding to switch their life around or something. Nonetheless, the store was having an issue selling the pre-owned drums, so they offered a ridiculously low price for them, which was 5 800 yen ($70 CAN, $55 US, it was a really unrealistic price). Dad decided that it wouldn't be a bad idea for either me or Hiroshi to play an instrument since we both still lived in his apartment, so he purchased it without consulting Mom; a bad idea on his part. After a lot of debating, he was allowed to keep them in the spare room, but could only play it when she wasn't in the apartment.
I vaguely remember being interested in learning, but then realized how much work it would be and gave up. Hiroshi tried for a bit but also gave up, deciding to focus on his studies to become an English teacher. Disappointed at both our attempts, Dad tried to learn how to play, teaching himself how to play; keyword tried, failing miserably. During his practice sections, I would sit in and read all the books he had on music, learning about parts of instruments, what they looked like, and what they did in a band. So even if I don't know how to play, I still know as much as a player. Sometimes my father would bring over his friend to help teach him things about rhythm and timing. Apparently his son was an incredible music player, not that I could remember his name or what he played. Yet, I never got to meet him; I only heard stories about him being a prodigy. Unfortunately, before he could get any good, Dad hurt his wrist falling down the stairs. Mom didn't want him to strain his wrist any further, so he had to give up the drums, shattering his spirit and dreams.
