Youth in the style of Heavy Metal

      School was over, and I headed out of the school, where I was in a regular cab, not my dad’s expensive car. 'Cause if my dad was on it, Dee would’ve blown my cover. I get to the car, and Monica waves to me from the bus stop where she’s waiting for the bus. After going into the car, I drove home. When I got home, I decided to check the mail again, and there were mostly bills, receipts for filming equipment and some letters to my address. This is all my fans write to me, but also do not forget what happened to me in my homeland. In an attempt to find my love, I used my mother’s local dating site. But I’ve always had crazies and fags. And moving here, I hope my boyfriend isn’t like them. - Mom! The payments went to the house and to Dad receipts for the equipment. - I say I put the letters on the kitchen table, where Mom had already prepared dinner, by the way. Black bean noodles, my favorite. I guess my parents decided to give me a holiday. - Okay. Then I’ll pay. Dear! We have to have lunch - Dad comes to the kitchen immediately, sorting the letters. My mom already gave us the noodles, and at lunch, we started talking about my first day. - How was your first day at school? I thought it was fun. Dad says. - That’s exactly it. I almost got blown a few times, but I was also a music major. Not just me, but the kid from the concert. He was the son of an original musician. I’ll try to get to know him better today. We agreed to take a walk in the park. He says we’re connected by music. - Okay. Would you like some money? Maybe go to the cafe, eat cake. - Mom asks. - In that case, the best thing to do is give them $250. I’m the one with the backup. But if they pay extra... - Give it all! - I interrupt. Just the food has been eaten, I left the table, quickly ran to the room to change and makeup. My choice was a punk bow and a punk jaw. As long as I don’t stand out! Don’t let Dee out! And in case it comes out, this is my first date with a guy I met in person, not on a dating website. Going out to the park, I immediately went to the fountain waiting for Dee to come. And when he came, I just couldn’t believe it was him. On the one hand he’s handsome and on the other he looks like me. It’s like we’re wearing matching clothes. - It’s like a couple of clothes. Did you know? - My question followed. - Your namesake Byung Y/N had one wish. I want her and her boyfriend to dress in same clothes. That’s it! How is that? At least there’s something he doesn’t know about me. - Why don’t we go for a walk? Get to know each other. I understand you’re a fan of Byung Y/N. She has cool music. I can listen to it all day long. And since Monica told me you’re the son of an original musician, do you play any instruments? - Tried to learn the guitar, but it didn’t work out. I have no musical talent like my brother. I wanted my father to teach me, but... - You didn’t make it. But how is it! Do you want me to tell you a funny fact? - Go ahead and do it. I’ll laugh with you. - I couldn’t learn a guitar for a long time either. I wanted to do it again for Y/N, but for about a year, I couldn’t hold my guitar properly or hold the chords. - I started laughing with it, and Dee laughed with me. - Funny Story. I have that story, too. But I think it’s best not to tell her. How about a brownie? What are you going to be? - He asks me. - I think I’ll have a trifle, a tropical taste. What is your favorite? You’ll see. And we bought ourselves some trifle. I chose tropical and he chose cherry. It looked like one of my clips where I was sitting with the same kid, but we were the only ones eating cheesecake. - Does this remind you of anything? The way we sit and talk and eat cake. - No. Talk is like talking, cakes are like pastries. Do you have any associations? Let me guess - the scene is one of Y/N. There she tried to find her love on the plot of the video. And now it looks just like this! But I didn’t meet him on a dating website until high school. We talked some more, exchanged numbers, and went home. He walked me home and said goodbye to me in a nice way. - I’ll see you, Byung Y/N. We’ll see you at school tomorrow, I’ll be waiting for you. - As expected, he made me. I guess it’s not surprising since I was acting like me, not my alter ego. Well, even if he knows I’m me, the rest of the school can’t know. Already coming home and having dinner, I immediately ran to do my homework for tomorrow and write new lyrics for a new song. I think it should be called "rapper", and the working name will be "musician". I wrote the first part, and all I had to do was compose music. But I’ll make it tomorrow. And now to bed. We must prepare for a new day.