Chapter 1 - Story of my Life

Well, I didn’t start off as anything special or was birthed from a dragon and a human. Simple human to human. So, obviously I was not shot into a napkin (which I should have been). March 3rd 2002 was the date I was born; parents were happy and all that jazz. Even when I was born, I was normal. I wasn’t Einstein or Beethoven. I was simply me, Dante Fitch. A boy with brown hair and light brown skin. That grew up to have straight hair with the height of 5’7 at time of passing.

The first time I touched an instrument at age 3, a guitar. I strummed that every day and all my parents did to compliment me was to turn the ‘noise’ down. Looking back, I don’t think that was a compliment but it was still nice to know they were paying attention to me even a little.

Four years after my mom died. There was a grand funeral with a band and everything. I remembered it like it was yesterday. The cold rain pouring down on my body watching my mother gets entombed into the ground with a coffin. I remember when I had to do a speech for her and I stuttered and this lovely lady came up to me and knelt down and said,

“Death may seem scary but it is a path to peace, I’m not saying to be happy that she died. I want you to be happy with the memories you had with her. Cherish her. Don’t cry she wouldn’t want you looking like that but be proud that you were her son. Find a way to reach her in your own ways to show her that you did do your best to live up to her name”.

That was my motivation, sad as it is my life revolved around trying to make the most I can. Alas, I lost myself midway.

At age of seventeen, I had my first crush. (Shut up I know its late to have a first crush but no one piqued my interest at the time). The reason I had a crush was the sole reason she was the splitting image of my mother. Everything was perfect. At that time, I was grinding time trying to learn new instruments.

She was like an angel on earth, but that was on the inside. That woman destroyed my core of good emotions for a while. I was like her stepping stool for everything. I had to do her homework, make an excuse for her when she stays home, give her money even when it didn’t concern me. I was basically a slave. For what reason you may be asking yourself, why was I so dumb? Easy answer, as stated before she looks like my mom. I don’t know if it was pity for her passing or I just wanted her to know that I still love her even after all these years that she was gone.

During this time was my worst but it was the time I found what I wanted to be and what I wanted to aspire to be. I broke up with her. Funny story, I was bathing on evening and told myself let me go surprise her at her house. Her door was right open, so like any boyfriend I walked right in. What I saw was something I didn’t want to feel more like that I knew but didn’t want to think it was real. There he was, the other boyfriend, kissing her on the couch (while I barely could have held her hand). I strolled in,

“Hey... it’s your other boyfriend can we like uh go for pizza or something?”

Thought this was a chad thing to do at the time to piss off the boyfriend. I was wrong. The boy got up from kissing her on the couch and stood up to look me dead in the eyes.

“Let’s go for pizza”.

Then scary enough, it did happen and the girl was at home on the couch crying. We discussed everything at the table eating pizza.

“what’s your name?” the boy asked.

“Dante, yours?”

“Kevin”

“So how long have you been with her?” Kevin, with a pensive mood queried.

“Three or like two months, what about you?”

“Couple weeks bro, wanted to know where that money came from, I guess it was from you probably since she doesn’t work”

“yep”

Then we kept bickering the girl all through the night.

“So, what do you do for your side job?” Kevin calmly but nervously asked.

“I play music on fiverr and also do shows”

“that’s so cool why do you need a girlfriend for? You literally have something everyone wants”

“Because, she looked like my mom”

“Your mom?”

“Yeah, she’s dead”

“Oh, sorry I didn’t know...”

“It’s okay”

“Let me give you advice as a newly found friend, even if they look like a person, you knew it doesn’t mean they will never have the same personality. If you trying to seek out something from that girl, you are dead wrong. Play your music not for her, your mother, but for everyone. Not only for people that you know, play for people that lost their mothers, fathers, brothers, sisters, aunts and uncles. You get the point. There is so much more in life other than a face to follow and you should understand that by now. You have attractive looks that could get you laid any day of the week. Nothing you do would bring her back just enjoy the memories.”

“I understand.”

Well, the laid part was a damn lie.

We still are friends up to this day, well when I was alive but he is now useless in this flashback. At the age of 20 my career started off. My first big hit, “Death brings you under my wing” went viral.

(“If that’s an actual song didn’t mean for copywrite”)

I was swarmed with investors and producers. My name just got bigger and bigger. As well as my fans and haters.

But your question might be. Why isn’t he happy? Isn’t fame a good thing?

We'll let me tell you this it isn’t. There is no personal space for me if I go outdoors. I have to cover up like every day is winter to enjoy a walk without getting camera into my face or posing to take a picture with someone.

Everything just sucks. At least in my head.

Well, the food tastes good at functions and parties but that’s about it.

Then I died at the age of 24. Short life, isn't it?

Hope you enjoyed these sections of my life, it's really the most major things that happened to me, before I died a clumsy and disastrous death.