Moonlight by Aiden R. Ranks (good short books txt) 📖

Moonlight
Sonata
` A Novel by Aden R. Ranks


I began playing the piano, with the fact in my head that I did not have much time. I simply kept a straight and calm face and began the amazing prelude that would lead to the sonata. I closed my eyes and followed not my hands, but my heart. I was happy to play this piano theme for it brought the most amazing memories that I will never forget. The beautiful memories of my darling love with whom I knew I would soon be reunited.
The public watched me from the audience, at home, the great performance of the greatest pianist ever to live, as the papers and magazines had said. For the audience it was joy, delightfulness, and peace the music brought. It brought sorrow and grief to my already broken soul. As devastating as it was, and as much as it hurt to play this theme, as I had to endure such pain, I would not stop.
As I played, solemn memories ran through my head I could not contain the tears anymore, and without fear or denial of my somber state and of the millions watching me, I let them free, I released them out.
The tears drifted slowly down my cheeks; with my eyes sealed I came to a close, winding up the painful sonata, which is my most cherished theme. For two certain reasons, memories of my love would come, when she used to laugh, when she used to feel love that made me happy. Sadly, it also brought pain grief and sadness to my loneliness; I could not bare it anymore, ending the theme was easy, letting go of my past had and unbarring difficulty.


Chapter 1

As the snow falls outside on the front yard smoothly piling up on the drive way, I look out in dismay. I can already imagine my father telling me to clear out the drive way with the snow shovel, which he does every single time it snows intensely. As I look outside, I hear my dad’s words say, “It is the primary thing to do”.
I’m a young man at the age of seventeen, with black hair and quite tall approximately five ten, I grew up in a small city along with my siblings Mike the age of fifteen whom I have many things in common with, Mike has black hair like my youngest brother and is a little bit shorter than I am. Leo the youngest of the three who is at the age of thirteen still has many things to learn about in his young life, he tends to get in to trouble constantly.
I gaze out in to the snowy morning of Friday as I continue to watch the snow fall; surely enough I begin to think about the two same things I seem to always think about. Here as I watch the snowflakes fall randomly landing on the ground, I compare myself with one of them, similar in one way. Like a snowflake, I have no idea where I will end up; and who I will meet on the way.
I wonder what will become of me in the distant future, no matter how many times I have thought up of an idea for my future career I never see fit. But I never noticed that my distant future was right under my nose, it was always there but I just couldn’t see it, not until the day of the move, the day at the new school, the first day, when I met Emily, and with whom I uncontrollably fell in love with.
“We are moving, why are we moving?” I asked as I absorbed the shocking news.
“Well, this house is just too much for our budget, and we can’t keep going on like this.
“To where are we moving?” I asked yet again in a shocked voice.
“The city, there is a nice house there that we can afford.” my mother says as she wipes and places the plates in a box. Now, I know why she was packing up our silverware.
“An old house, not my type of place mom” I say as I walked towards the living room.
In the living room Mike sits playing his DS with a brand new game he has just bought and as I walk in Mike says
“Have you heard where moving, I don’t want to! This is really lame” said Mike
“Oh stop complaining already” said Mom.
“That’s what I do best” mocked Mike
“Hey Lewis, you know the new game came out today, you should buy it its fun!”
“No, I lost interest in games, there not that much interesting anymore” I said feeling a little sad.
“Oh right, right, your matured I forgot, sorry Lewis” said Mike as he stormed out of the room.
I walked out the living room swiftly feeling a little down to the fact that all my life I had lived here, and all of the sudden we are moving to the city.
Back at my room, I sat on the bed looking out the window and notice that it began to snow again, surely I had stop for a while but just as quick as it had stopped it began to pour down.
“Lewis” called my dad out true the window.
“Yeah”
I replied knowing in my mind what was coming.
“Can you come and help me out here; it’s a lot of snow for me to clean?”
Without much enthusiasm on my expression and voice I replied ‘Sure Dad’. And without much effort I began to get dressed, I put on my favorite sweater and grab my I-pod, each and every time my Dad calls me up to do a chore or little job as he considers it, I tend to wonder off into my thoughts and the music helps me do the job. As I walk outside he has already finished half the drive way, and there he stands smiling at me leaning on the shovel.
“There you are Lewis; you took quite a while to get here.” I make a face of denial.
“So I finished half the work, you’ll finish the rest and once you’re done, you can come in and have some of the hot coco you’re mother made.” he says smiling.
“Sure Dad, sure” I say as I grab the shovel and begin my duty, he smiles then says.
“So I guess your mother told you about the move.”
“Yeah”
He smiles again then runs inside. Now as I begin to dig the shovel in to the newly fallen snow, I begin to wonder, how will this new place be? Surely I begin to dislike this idea more, the more I think about it the more it grows heavy on me. What I can possibly find in a new home, I rather stay here, where I belong, I think.
The rest of the day I spend, gathering my belongings I figured since we don’t move until tomorrow when everyone will be packing up, I rather be smart about it and start now, packing everything up and organizing the things I want the most to be taken care of in a safely packed compartment, as for the other none valuable items I own where placed in another. As I finished packing I decided to go downstairs, and to my surprise everyone was carrying some kind of object on one hand and a suit case on another.
“Hey Lewis, honey Mike and me just finished cleaning downstairs but we haven’t cleaned your private room, you should go get that handled.”
I look at the door that leads down stairs and begin to make my way.
“I was already headed there” I say smiling.
As I make my way to the door and begin to feel comfortable, a joyful feeling I always happened to acquire each and every time I go to my little room downstairs, it helps each time I feeling a little down like now. I appreciate the respect my family including Leo have of not bothering me when I spend my time downstairs. I opened the door and walked in to the dark, and as I switch the light on the view of my favorite place in the house enlightens me each time. A little bed on the right side of the room, and T.V. placed on the counter of where I keep my notebooks and all sort of paper work, I tend to write a lot mainly thoughts or episodes of my past. The room is a nice clean place, with the carpet made of soft components and the walls decorated with pictures of my favorite Pianists, some of the greatest ever, Richard Cleyderman, Isaac Sheppard, Seymour Goodwin and the old timer himself Ludwig Van Beethoven. Surely all these decorations where picked out by me, but I wanted this to be comfortable, I wanted it the way I felt inside, along with my Electric Piano that is my greatest and priceless possession.
I remember the day I got my first piano, it was a an electric piano similar to the one I have now, but this one was old worn out my uncle Jeff had given it to me, but even so I was so excited to have it. My father would always tell me.
‘Lewis, it’s amazing; you have been blessed with such amazing talent.’
And I would reply
‘It’s just how I feel inside Dad; I play what I feel within me.’
‘Also known as talent, my son were only eight and you played like a pro’
I will never forget that day. Life has been great to me, since I first played the piano, thanks to my cousin Simon.
It was amazing like my Dad had said, never had I laid my fingers on the keys of a piano but a strong feeling deep inside of me thought different, in a strange way my hands didn’t know what to do, but my emotions and heart lead the way to a sensation twilight of blissfulness, ever since the day I first played that wonderful warm and calm theme on the piano, I knew I had something special. So I asked for this room where I could play in peace. Later that week my father bought me new piano board, ever since my skills have grown greatly, I have become such a great keyboardist, day and night playing in my room.
“Knock, knock, hey Lewis.”Mom said to take a break and come upstairs for lunch” said Mike as he knocked on the door.
“I practically finished packing everything up, with those boxes Dad left by the door. The only thing left is the counter, the bed, and my outstanding keyboard. I’ll be out in a minute.” I said with a yawn. The whole morning I spend along with the family packing up.
“Sure, just hurry up Lewis.”
And with that he was gone.
That Friday afternoon I made my way up the stairs and into the dining area where my family sat, to my concern everyone was waiting for me.
“There you are, we’re waiting on you.” said Dad grabbing a snack as my Mom smacked his hand away.
“Not yet, David, Hurry up honey its getting cold” said Mom.
“Ouch! Well son you finished, that’s great. Now we can talk about your education.” said Dad “What