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Cole is chilling is his room while looking for nerby montains or high natural spots he could climb that are nerby while his favorite type of music (far from the one his father makes) is loudly playing from the small speaker he bought himself a little while ago.
He likes climbing. He did more and more of that hobby afer his mom passing. To be up there with only himself and the rocks feels peacful. He really enjoys that. It give him the feelig to be contected in a way with the mountains. He doesn't really know if connected is the right word because, lets be honest, feeling connected with a bunch of rocks is pretty strange.
Before even opening the map app his father knocks loudly to both be heard over the loud music and also because he seems irritated by it.
- Cole turn off that sound you call good music and comme see me downstairs!
Cole sighs but listens. If his father didn't directly tell him in his room then it must be important.
He goes downstairs. His father is already sat at the table. Cole sits down and sees a red whine envelope alredy opened and the letter that was originally in it is placed in front of cole usual spot at the table.
- What is it?
He ask, curious.
His father seem proud and exited.
-Read it!!
Cole reads it. He reconizes the logo on the top of the paper: its the logo of the school his father studied in, the Marthy Opeheimer School Of Performing Arts. It offers many artistic profiles like teather, opera, ,mime and many others. his father followed the music program and also did dance, since it was in the sports options. Wait, he did not... Cole reads it.
_Dears mister Brookstone, we have indeed received your admission request and we would be more than happy to accept. Your file is perfect, your school result are pretty good and thanks to the musical knowlege from your father, former student in our establishment, you will have all the chance to succedd in our music program. Please look at the dates at the end of the document to know when to pick up the school material and dorm keys. All our congratulations and we will see you at the start of the year very soon_
_Dearly, your future director_
Cole holds the letter horrified.
- You didn't...
Lou looks way too happy.
- Yes i did! You'll finally be able to follow my footsteps Cole! Isn't that great?!
Cole holds back from screaming "Great?! Yeah sure, if you think that great is sending me to dancy-dance highschool musical prison to not deal with me and turn me into a copy of you" but instead he takes a deep breath.
-Dad, this town highschool is good enough for me. I alredy did 3 years there, i don't want to switch.
-So you can miss your chance to make a name for yourself in the music world? I don't think so son. Just do it, i promise you'll love it!!
Obviously Cole sees that his father isn't listening to him one bit and it is driving him nuts. He takes his headphones, sport shoes, cellphone and his hoodie that he customized himself.
- Where are you going Cole? We should celebrate this!
- Im going out, i need fresh air.
He says more harshly then he wanted while shoving his phone in his pocket and slams the door.