Saturday, at 7 am.
Kay woke up in a good mood.
It had been so long since he had slept well that he had already forgotten how good a night's sleep was.
He soon got up and strode out of the room.
As soon as he opened the door, he saw his mother in the kitchen preparing breakfast.
"Ah! ~ Awake already?! ~ How strange to see you waking up so early on the weekend. "
"I went to sleep very early yesterday and had a good rest." He replied.
"Haha~ I also slept wonderfully well. Maybe we should cry more often together. " Marta replied in an energetic voice.
It had been a long time since Kay had seen his mother in such a good mood. It only served to improve his mood even more.
"Sure, but not today, I don't think I have any more tears left ~ haha. "
"I think my reserves were also dry yesterday ~ "
Marta was happy to be able to have such a light conversation with her son.
"By the way, I would like to ask you... could you please sing that song again? I thought it was beautiful."
She asked with expectation. Yesterday that song brought a lot of feelings that she was burying deep in her soul, but she was happy about that.
In her room at night, she had more time to reflect and come to peace with herself. She does not feel that she has overcome her loss, but she has certainly taken the first step.
"Sure, wait a moment."
Kay ran towards the bathroom.
Marta looked confused.
He quickly washed his face and brushed his teeth. He didn't want to sing to his mother with a bad breath in his mouth.
He finished brushing in record time and ran out of the bathroom.
"I'm going to get the guitar."
He said as he ran towards the room to take his guitar.
"Oh, it doesn't have to be now, have your breakfast first."
"No better time than now, besides, you are still preparing the coffee."
He replied and go to the room.
"Hm? Since when does he like to drink coffee? "
Marta wondered but soon left the question aside.
Soon, Kay came back holding the guitar, he sat on one of the kitchen balcony chairs and positioned the guitar to start playing.
"Are you sure you won't cry if I play that song mom?"
"Hunf, who do you think I am? I just cried yesterday because I was caught off guard! "
Marta defended herself by trying to demonstrate her emotional superiority.
"If you say..."
"Ah yes, how's that song name?"
"Impressing the angels."
Soon after saying this, he started to play the guitar.
Marta heard the same beautiful and melodic intro again and took a deep breath, preparing her heart.
Kay started to sing.
"Today was okay, just a little tiresome / Hard day at work that ended me up / I'm here with my feet up ready to sleep / Missing you is a frequent visit / Like that annoying neighbor that liked to irritated us / Ah, I miss us "
***
"But I haven't heard anything from you in a while / Speak a little your voice is so quiet / Up there speak louder cause I need to hear / How is it there? "
"I know that you must be now impressing the angels with your laugh"
"Speak louder from up there that I need to hear / How is it there? ~"
Kay finished the song with teary eyes.
"So what do you think?"
During the song, he was looking down, taking care to not missed any notes. He didn't want to make a bad presentation in front of his mother. But as soon as he raised his head and looked at her, he saw her face bathing in tears.
"This is sniff ~ really sniff ~ a sniff beautiful ~ song sniff ~," she said between sobs.
"Hey hey, didn't you say your tears were dry?"
Kay gave a helpless smile.
"It's your fault for sniff ~ writing a sniff song ~ that's so touching." She said as she wiped the tears from her face.
"By the way sniff ~ When did you compose this song? I didn't even know that my son had that talent. "
Kay knew that question would come, so he was ready.
"I composed it a few weeks ago, I had used a friend's guitar. At the time, I still didn't dare to play Dads guitar, but now I'm going to start using it.
He said this while touching with care the guitar.
Marta nodded as she smiled.
"Your singing seems to have become more beautiful, you have a talent for it, it looks much better than these TV singers."
"Haha thank you, mom! ~ Maybe I should try to become a singer then?"
"Have you never heard of not trusting a mother's praise?" She joked.
"And you never heard of not destroying your son's dreams?"
"I never ~"
After that, the mother and son had breakfast together while chatting casually about various matters.
They were happy.
Meantime, a certain teenager, still puberty, slept heavily in an inhuman position in her's bedroom.
***
After having breakfast he took a quick shower while thinking about plans for today.
The fastest way to get a fan would be to post a video on the internet.
Nowadays the internet is the meeting point. Not just for young people, but people of all ages.
But to make it work, he can't just play any song, it must be something with a real feeling, and it must be personal.
The internet audience has a gift for knowing when something is pretended and armed. After years of development, Internet users have become experts in unraveling lies. On the contrary, they love it when influencers are truthful and sincere with them.
With that in mind, Kay already knew which song he was going to play.
"I will use the ending of my relationship as a theme."
He said with a bitter smile on his face and sad eyes.
"I must at least get something good out of this shit."
If anyone knew about his ideas, they could call him cold pragmatic and unsentimental for using his relationship to gain fame, but only he knew how much it had left him heartbroken.
***
In his room, he was now choosing an outfit to wear.
He was unsure whether to dress casually or not.
This video would go to the internet, and most likely, given the low quality of current music, it would receive many views. So he didn't want to look bad dressed.
However, he was afraid to focus too much on clothes and appear insincere to anyone watching him.
Finally, he decided to dress casually.
A black jogger sweatshirt, slippers, and a white shirt.
He took his smartphone, put his guitar in the case, and prepared to leave.