Professor F novel Chapter 63

August sent Flynn a message but he didn't send any reply. She then spent the morning with her family and relatives. They decided to go grocery shopping while she's left with the kids.

She heard from her Aunt Ruth that Pierre's band is practicing until the Thanksgiving concert. She didn't bother messaging him after what happened. She didn't ask about him and he wasn't with his bandmates practicing when she was asked by her Aunt Ruth to bring them snacks since her secretary called in sick.

She was thankful somehow. She wasn't sure how they'd interact after what happened.

It's the day before Thanksgiving when her Aunt Ruth asked her if she wants to join her watch a music competition since her parents and Uncle Jim are all busy with work and the tickets gifted to her would be a waste. Grey and Tucker will be staying with the kids so she agreed to accompany her.

It is a classical music competition so she had to dress for the occasion and forget about her comfortable sneakers, jeans and hoodie. She's wearing a black off shoulder knee length dress and stilettos while her Aunt Ruth wears a silver below the knee long sleeve dress paired with her silver heels.

Her Aunt Ruth drives her husband's black car and when they arrived, she saw the people wearing formal dresses and tuxedos heading towards the music hall entrance. They went to take their seats next to her Aunt Ruth's colleagues and friends.

"One of my colleague's niece will be joining the competition." Aunt Ruth exclaimed. "She was the one who gave me the tickets. We're just in time for the competition to start."

The lights on the stage dimmed as the host welcomes the guests. She loves listening to music but she's not a classical music junkie. The first competitor played the piano which she enjoyed. The audience gave a warm of applause.

The next competitor played the violin and she admired how beautifully it was done by the young kid. It was so good she couldn't take her eyes off of her on the stage.

She joined the audience in clapping their hands before the next competitor was called on stage.

And she's beyond disbelief. She saw Pierre on stage wearing a black tuxedo, sitting on a chair with a cello in front of him. Her mouth dropped in shock.

"A—August, isn't that your schoolmate Pierre?" Aunt Ruth asked her in awe.

All she could do is nod at her as Pierre started to play his piece. He really looked good and he plays so well, too. His music was so soft that she felt the sadness in his music.

Her eyes were glued to him and she only realized it's over when people gave him a standing ovation, even her Aunt Ruth rises to her feet and clapping her hands.

She stands up and only looked away from the stage when Pierre left for the exit and she could hear her Aunt Ruth sniffed. She then hands her a tissue.

"W—What's that for?" She asked.

"You're also in tears, dear." Her Aunt Ruth said.

"W—What?" She touches her right cheek and realized her tears. "I didn't—"

"You were moved, too? I didn't realize how good Pierre is with his music until now. For a cello, at that! He's an amazing kid. I'm looking forward to their performance tomorrow although it may not be as moving as this. We should see him after the competition and maybe have dinner with—"

Her Aunt Ruth's word faded as her thoughts lingered on Pierre's sad performance. What is it? I know I've felt that same kind of sadness from him in the past.

Then she remembered the night of the concert when he said something about the people he loves being taken by someone or something, when he said the last song was about her.

That's it! That was the same sadness!

She wondered what happened that made him this sad.

Who was it? What happened?