Memories II
Maurice's POV,
Eight years ago,
Third week and I was half-piece away from learning all the keystrokes of the melody. But something felt off. Off. Painfully off. I've never felt such this before. My dad and mom were out on business and it was just me and the staff mostly. But why was Robin acting so strangely? I was appalled by his strangeness.
His dressing style topped a three-sixty-degree flip. He was more in the hippy style than I've ever seen him in. He would paint his nails and dye his hair. But that wasn’t half of it. He would hug me from the back while stroking my fingers on the keys. I would slip away and he played as if it was a f*****g joke, laughing it off.
Mom isn’t here. Who should I tell? I can't ask for help from Stan. I just think enduring it as long as I
