Watch me...I'll do anything{open}

[ashton]

The air was continuously switched between Chopin, Beethoven, and peices of his own design. Ashton, was a musical prodigy. Some called him a genius. Yet no one knew about it...not his parents, not his siblings, and certainly no one here. He was a shut in, but he did something with the piano not many prodigy's do. He taught himself. He taught himself without a teacher when he was 4. When he first saw his sister perform in her highschool play and well....he fell in love with anything that had to due with music, art, or theatre in general. It blew his mind away. He felt totally different when he did something. He became the creation in general when he was painting, he became the words when he sang or the notes when he played, he became the actor when he performed. His mind and soul was there.

He lost the feeling of reality in a sense. His mind was gone. If it was one thing that got him in a high it would be doing something like this, or pain. He appreciated the things people did. Took solace in them and wrapped it around his body like a security blanket. It made him feel better then what he did. He currently had one of the songs in his book open that he wrote while he tried to sleep. He needed this, it soothed him. Relaxed him. Made him feel...important.

So the music echoed throughout the area, spinning around him like a whirlwind of sound and hymn's and other such things. He hummed softly, his voice hitting a high octave making him sound like a female opera singer. One thing that was feminine he took proud in. Was his singing voice. Sometimes he liked being feminine.