Mai found herself sleeping on the desk in the morning. Looking down on the papers in front of her she found a lot of lyrics and notes written down. Scrapped ideas had been thrown down on the floor, it was almost impossible to see it beneath all the paper. One song was almost finished, she would just have to re-write it a bit and see what chords and instruments would fit to it. Then there were three other half done project, one with lyrics but no melody, another one only a melody without lyrics, and the third a few chords, the first part and a few sentences she wanted to put in somewhere.
It had been a long time since she had worked on so many things at the same time without getting stuck within the first five minutes. And her parents said that the internet was for brainless fools. It had just given her back her muse.
Smiling at her work, she suddenly heard her father calling for her. It was time for breakfast and then she would have to leave to get to her repetition. No rest even the day after her last concert.
The day snailed forward like it always did. First she had to practice her choreography, which she already knew every step to. Then it was the song repetition, not a single tone went wrong. And then it was the talk with the producer whom would help them make their next music video. His vision of how her video would be was completely different from her vision. Of course her father told her not to argue about it. He was the producer and he knew what would sell, even though it seemed to go against the message of the song.
After the day finally ended, Mai returned home and hurried up on her room. She turned on her computer immediately and logged in on.. What else? Laserbeam of course. She noticed quickly that a message had been posted by a Miranda. JustAnotherMirage had also commented on it.
I can kind of relate. Even though my parents and I live under the same roof, we rarely talk. I do work with him, but that seems to be all we do together. Work. It feels as if I'm nothing else but a employee to him. My mom only talks to me if she wants to scold me.
It definitely becomes lonely, especially since I haven't been able to go to a normal school and get friends like most teenagers. Sometimes I don't know where I belong in this world. Is my job the only thing I'm meant to do, the only thing I'm meant to be? My parents say that my existence is important to a lot of people, but I still feel like I'm nothing more but air, it's like I don't exist.
It would be so nice to meet someone that could understand. A friend. Just someone to talk to. But I guess life doesn't want that for me..
As for how I deal with it... Well, when I find it out myself, I'll tell you. Right now it seems like I'm going forward on an empty fuel tank >_<
As an advice though, try to call your parents and ask them about their day or something. That might seem insignificant, but I think it might help loosening up the tension between one another. Hope it goes well for you Miranda :)
Well, she had told them to share their experiences. Ranting about her emotions seemed to make it feel much better. Maybe she would make her first official post on the website soon. She hoped her advice would come to some use. Considering she hadn't gotten any closer to her parents during the last years, she was definitely no expert in that area.