There is man awake from his dream, he sigh loudly and he wipe his thin sweat on his face. He look at ceiling then look his digital clock on his cupboard beside his bed shows 2:30 am. It remind him of tour bus accident that he had been gone through, that cause him lost his friends including his buddy from his childhood, Clifford Graham Oliva or known as Cliff. They had been gig together, drink, making music and last but least sharing their favourite bands. He remember they covering their favourite song, during touring and they rocking on the stage in front of thousands of fan. Where the crowds calling their name, they wearing their band t-shirts, some of them wearing sleeveless denim with various band patches and some of them wearing leather and chains. All of those remain as a memory and now the band were spilt-up due to his injury broken both legs and he is the only member survive since the accident whereas the rest were passed away.
Suddenly he stop from daydreaming after hearing something from the kitchen then he quickly get up from bed. He pull his wheelchair together with baseball bat and he place himself into his chair. While he pushing both wheel heading to the door he see a shadow underneath it. He open the door slowly, he stuck out his head look around the hallway and he push his wheelchair toward to the kitchen. He see smoke come out from the kitchen, he apply his force on the wheel make go faster to kitchen. Then he see late teenage boy flipping the egg by using pan and he stare at his uncle on the wheelchair, innocently.
“Sorry, did I awake you?” he look back on his omelette.
“And...What do you think?” his uncle rise his one eyebrow with sarcasm tone,
“Sorry, Steve...” he flip the omelette into his plate.
“You had dinner like-”, he turn around and look at the clock on the wall “-four hours ago and it's not even small potion”. He ignored his uncle conservation while he pouring a pinch of salt on his food. “And you still hungry?!” he kept continue.
“Yes. Because I'm growing up.” he munching the omelet and the conservation paused at the moment.
“Anyway, since you are awake...do me favour?” he asked while wiping his lips with white cloth.
“What is it?” he pouring a jug of plain water into his glass without looking at his step-son,
“Can I have 30 bucks?” he drinking a glass of water beside him. Steve shockingly until he accidentally spill his drinks 'puff!' and he starts to coughing,
“You asked about this two days ago, what did you do with the money? Buy some grass?” he complained while stroking his chest gasping for air after cough.
“No! It's for jam and the competition is around the corner! Beside I'm asking only 30 not 50!” he begin walk away from dining table to the sink and throw fork into it.
“Yeah?! If twice a week asking me for 30, doesn't make into 240 bucks a month?!” he wiping his white white cloth throw it on the counter, he step-son start rolling his eyes and turn away from him starts wash his dishes.
“Are guys suppose to share money every jam?!” he push his wheelchair toward to his step-son.
“Well yeah but not everyone have enough, sometime they need my help. You know what I'm going to bed and I have a class on tomorrow” He away from sink left his uncle in the kitchen look at him.
“Hey, buddy! You have to remember money doesn't grows on tree & you better spend wisely okey.” he pointing his finger to him as a warning.
“Yes they are. Those made from paper right?” he stare at his at his uncle from outside his room with sarcasm tone. Steve starts growl then his step-son wish 'good night' to him and the door slammed moderately before him. He rolled his eyes because of his behaviour, he switch off kitchen's light with baseball bat and push his wheelchair toward his room. He close the door behind him, he push the wheel until he reaching to his bed. Steve struggling crawl on it and he slowly lay on his bed. While he staring at ceiling in his room, he realised that the boy was talking to him just now is same person when he saw him in tour bus while he sketching on a book before the accident. He was 5 years old at that time, he just like his father, he know how to play guitar very well, bass, and drums. Moreover, he remember the band and himself were impressed his first guitar solo during recording their new album. After the incident, he took him as his step-son as he promised to his best friend after his death, stated in the letter as well as he said before that happening. The letter was given by one of his family member during funeral and a few months later Steve and the band manager, Ross were announced band's spilt up during interview with several music magazines. After the interview, he went back to his apartment and he saw Cliff's son laying on the sofa while he staring his father's guitar pick on his hand. He sigh felt sympathy for him, he push his wheelchair toward him. The boy look up at him and got up,
“Who am I going to stay with? Mom and dad are gone” he asked him with crack voice.
Steve hold his shoulder gently and his right thumb wiping his tears,
“You're going to stay with me and we're leaving this city. I will take care of you, I promise.” he whispered to him.
That was 15 years ago, he will be turn into 20 years old this July and he remind him just like his buddy because he follow his father's footstep which make him proud. He physically looks like his dad except his eyes and his hair look like his mom. He dress up chains and leathers, sometimes wears denim sleeveless jacket with variety of band patches on it. He attend almost every his favourite band shows together with his mates. Almost every evening he practice guitar with them especially when the competition is getting near. He is Cliff's son and he is Jeffrey Peterson Oliva or known as Jeff Oliva.
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