I'm frozen; Archer is in this class and couldn't even manage to speak to him this morning. "That is a great point Blaze, but Archer was already here and is taking stage as we speak." Ms. Douglas says firmly before having everyone take a seat.

Blaze sit s down beside me, "You got to watch this," He whispers in my ear, "He may be a douche, but this douche can play."

I smile, not wanting to say anything. The lights dim, causing the corner of the room light up and there Archer is in all his black glory.

His Violin nestled among his collarbone and the base of his first finger, he does it with such ease, and Archer then bows before beginning to play Mendelssohn's Violin Concerto.

Which took the composer Felix Mendelssohn six years to complete and that was not until 1845. The performance takes around thirty minutes, but he isn't playing it the way it should be instead he's playing the violin like it's his maker.

Archer's smoothed hair, has now fallen out from its comb over and fall among his face, he face looking strait like he was almost god playing god like nobody was watching. He was breath taking and his movements enchanting with the fierceness that he holds the violin, and it makes me wonder did I ever play the piano with such passion as Archer does with the violin?

I'm swarmed in my head, I feel like it's just me admiring his freestyle playing, and he isn't playing for just himself but e's playing because it's his passion.

Passion, something I have yearned for and have never received. Even after all the trophies, all the awards, and all the scholarships couldn't make me draw up pure passion as I see is pressed into Archer, it's what forms his performance.

Breathtaking, it wasn't him though it was the violin.

"Breathtaking," Are the finally words that I can say, and it just so happens that Archers master piece has been done and my delay reaction catches the look of every single student.

Blaze looks at me concerned, and Archer walks towards me, his presence hovering over my chair as my breath hitches.

"Then let's hear you play," Archer offers his hand to the piano, "Human Metronome."

Human Metronome, that's what I've become.

Ever since I was young, my mother always entered me into competitions, and I always came out on top. I was cold hearted towards my competitors, I never talked, I never caught a glace at them unless they were playing. My mom taught me that interact with them was me showing my weakness.

That's where the whispers started and the taunts of being called The Human Metronome, I didn't play with passion. I played like a robot, I played so precised that the judges had to award me, because when it came to the performances it wasn't judged on passion but perfection.

And I would always be distant and nonsympathizer, but with the whole class in front of me, I've never felt so terrified. I use to be that fierce competitor, and now I'm that scared kitten hiding under the couch.

Archer offers a hand, but my hand has grasped my mothers necklace and moving away from his hand. Brushing my body against his, I was past my stage of anger so I didn't give much thought of his expression as I walked past him making my way towards the piano.

I look nervously behind me, Blaze smiling but he wasn't doing it because he was happy it was the sympathetic smile. I gulped, the feeling of nails start cascading down my throat the noise gone, I blocked everything out.

I started playing, tears brimming my eyes, as I play with nothing but emotion and I was told to never play with emotion. My mother use to smack my hands with a tiny ruler, and yell at me for being too emotional she use to say "Rayna if you play with any emotional you could screw up and but all my hard work to shame!"

The tears suddenly started clouding my eyes, I couldn't see and I don't even know if I'm touching the keys. What did I get myself into? Why am I here? I didn't want to be here, but it's something my stupid mother wanted me to do. Wanted me to be something she couldn't be, because I ruined her career, I ruined everything.

A collection of tears are felt on my hands, and as soon as a draw my attention to my hands they've stopped moving. I hear faint noises, or clapping as slightly turn my head from my hands and see the classroom standing up, clapping.

They're all clapping, and Archer is sitting starring at his phone acting totally un-amused by my performance or maybe he didn't even care for it.

How dare he be so inconsiderate about all this, not a care in the world. He acts just the way my mom did if I didn't do well enough on my performance.

Blaze moves himself from his seat and makes his way towards me, the biggest smile presses against his lips. "Holy shit Rayna," he clasps my shoulders with his hands, "That was stunning, I can't believe you played the 1837: Chopin's 'Etude in G# minor, Op.25; No.6'! "

I was surprised, I didn't even notice I was playing my most favourite piece. This particular piece was nicknamed for the use of a full right hand movement and the moving of semi-quavers, at the interval of a third.

Playing in thirds is a difficult technique to master, and it was the most hated piece by my mother because I played it with so much emotion and yet she still let me play it on my birthday.

My Birthday, was the only day I could play this song and it was the thing I waited for the most all year. Not Christmas, Easter, or even Halloween, it was the best gift of all and I wouldn't have traded it for a pony.

"Rayna, that was beautiful." Said Ms.Douglas, as she brought me down from the stage.

Archer rises from his seat, and proceeds to walk out the door.

"Mr. Adam's where do you think your going?" Ms. Douglas asks, put I think she already knows the answer.

Archer turns around, his eyes darting at her like he was her superior. "Doesn't need to concern you Karen."

"Archer, you cannot speak to a teacher that way." Ms. Douglas continues as her cheeks how read.

"Don't worry, I'll let my father know that his mistress isn't teaching properly and maybe he'll take you being fired into his own hands." Archers opens the door and flares out, and the whole class remains silence.

"What the hell just happened?" I whisper towards blaze, nudging him in the rib.

"Ms.Douglas, has been having an affair with Archers dad," he sighs, "and well let's say he isn't the biggest fan."