On the other hand...

The next day of the date of Mirja and Eleanor, the monthly exams started.
From the mains, Juvel is the only good student, he really did his best and succeeded on almost every course, but is that enough for him?

A WEEK AFTER THE MONTHLY EXAMS---------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Mirja: Finally free! wanna go somewhere? 

Eleanor: no, today I gotta arrive early to my house

Mirja: fuck... well, at least I still can count on ya', right? *looks to Juvel*

Juvel: I can't, s-sorry

Mirja: Oh c'mon! you literally don't have anything better to do, sucker

Juvel: Shut the fuck up! *pushes him* *runs away from him*

Mirja: you damn- *exhales and looks up to Eleanor*, we can still walk together until we get near to my house, right?

Eleanor: sorry *sarcasm* now you are alone *returns his backpack to him* see ya' tomorrow *walks away*

Mirja: *follows her* hey!, why the fuck did you-

Eleanor: *stops and glares at him* Do not follow me

Mirja: *nods and gets away from her*

JUVEL'S HOUSE----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

*Opens the door by using his key*

Edward (buttler): welcome back

Juvel: *throws away his backpack* I won't eat dinner tonight, so don't you dare to knock my door until tomorrow *runs  stairs up to his bedroom*

Edward: as you say, mister

JUVEL'S BEDROOM--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

*opens the door and closes it as fast as he can* *simply lays on his bed and cries by hiding his face against the pillow* If only I'd- I'd studied more...

He simply can't help but feeling how his body feels weak, and how his entire self feels utterly helpless and frustrated ''Why do I always end up like this?'' is the only thing he can  say on his mind; then, he suddenly looks to a violin over his desk -I guess it's just how it has always worked for me... I'm just meant to be her ugly and useless shadow- quickly stands up and takes the violin -it does not matter how hard I try... (they will never look at me the same way they do at you)- gently starts playing his own version of ''Compared child''-even If try, I'm always far behind, they'd much rather look at you!-  the contrast between the beauty and  sweetness of the violin and his untrained and melodicless voice just grows- SO DON'T PAY ME ANY MIND I SAID!-he cries once more- NEVER SPEAK TO ME AGAIN!-the voilin weakens and his voice starts to break- LEAVE ME ALONE RIGHT NOW! I WISH SOMEONE TOLD ME FROM THE START...-stops playing the violin- that I would hate you...

FLASHBACK(RECITAL)--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Since they were kids; both Juvel and his older sister, Bijou, have been practicing music; a duet of singer and violinist, born to the success . They both were considered talents since the very beginning; but, even between talents, there are still those blessed ones who can easily opaque others as if they were just slightly above average people. If someone could easily tell that Juvel was a talented kid, with an unique way to play the violin and outperform even the easiest song by using his ''sweet and fresh style''; the same person would say that, Bijou's voice was simply ''out of league'', ''if she were a violinist, Juvel would just be her lil' ornament'', ''they are both good but, don't you think that Juvel just hinders her?''.  
At least, their parent's loved both of their children equally, right?

after the recital

Juvel(9 years old): we did it! *slowly putting away his violin in its case*

Bijou(13 years old): ''We''?, can't you see that all the eyes are on me? 

Juvel: aw, shut up!, look!,  mom and dad are coming with a bunch of roses for us!

Dad: *hugs Bijou* you did it great!, perfect as always! *stops hugging her*

Mom: *kisses her on the  head and gives her the roses* we're so proud of you!, you have no idea of how beutiful was your voice back then!, you sing like an angel!

Dad: Since the very moment your teacher said that you were a soprano I was totally sure that you were destined to be a star

Mom: mhm!, so want us to buy you something?, maybe a new cellphone, new clothes?, you must look trendy al-ways!

Juvel: he-hey!, I did my best too!

Dad: *looks at him* Sure, I guess

Mom: yes, you did it well

Dad: let's hurry up, our beloved daughter needs its prize as soon as possible!

*both parents start walking with Bijou, leaving Juvel behind*

Bijou: *smirks while looking at Juvel* *almost whispering* I told you, all eyes on me, silly

Juvel: *starts to cry* w-why is it always the same? *looks to the stage* but I-

Dad: Come on, Juvel, hurry up!

Juvel: *wipes aways his tears and walks towards his ''family''*

A few days after that, Juvel quitted the orchestra

PRESENT (JUVEL'S BEDROOM)------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Juvel gently puts the violin over his bed and takes some of his books and notebooks, just to place them on the desk -I will never impress them with music, so I can only gamble and trust on my notes, even if they left me just to be near her in Europe, I will do it, for sure!- opens the maths book, as if he were almost about to break it -Just you wait bitch, soon, you will be forgotten... just the same way you did with me- then he just stays quiet, and looks at his violin -okay, just once more, because I don't have homework- now plays ''Crossing field'', without singing

To be continued :3