No Love For Music
In high school, I made friends with this really shy guy who stuttered and was generally socially awkward, but really nice. He was also a genius pianist. He was years ahead of his age, and he started composing amazing pieces by the age of 16. I truly admired his ability. His parents, however, didn’t see it that way.
They were both engineers and they considered his love for music despicable, worthless, and a bad habit that needs to be uprooted. When he was practicing at home they tossed old shoes at him and they made him sleep on the floor if he played for more than two hours. Once a professor from the Musical Academy called them to tell them they have an amazing son and that he could be famous one day.
They hung up the phone. When high school was over, he really wanted to apply to the Musical Academy, but they didn’t let him. They said that the only courses they would ever fund were the ones in math and geography. So that’s what he did. I haven’t seen him in a while, but I heard he went abroad. I hope he escaped those idiots for good.