Chapter 6

After Thomas come back to his home he says hi to his 'new' mom, she has black hair like his, her eyes are blue and she is pretty enough for a mid thirty old lady, his 'new' memories say that she is nice and that her name is Veronica.

"Hi honey, how was your workout?" Veronica asked while she was making the dinner

"It was fine, nothing too big just a jog in the park and some exercises, now I'm going to shower"

"Darling, just do not overdo it too much, ok?"

"Yeah mom"

After a kick shower, he was finally in my room, far away from any distractions.

He sits in a comfortable position in his bed and starts to see if he has any new interesting book, he sees the first book he touched

'hmmm let's see if this works'

with a command of his mind, all the books related to the music started to fuse in one golden book, the book has musical notes in his cover. Inside of it only has 4 chapters guitar, piano, drums, and bass. Each chapter has some pages and all of them is the perfect way

'nice'

he started to read the chapter of the guitar until he finished it and again until he perfectly understood it.

He then opens his eyes and sees a guitar in the corner of his room, it was from the former Thomas a present from his father in his 14 birthday. It is a nice blue acoustic guitar

He gets up from the bed, walks toward the guitar, at the moment he touched in his mind appears the description from it

[LINDO WILLOW ELECTRO ACOUSTIC GUITAR – SATIN BLUE]

[a great all-round electro-acoustic guitar created by Lindo Guitars for beginners and more experienced players alike]

[A present from father to son hoping that he would love music as much him]

A slightly sad smile forms in his face '*sigh* i remember my father in my past life he was a good father always there for me after mom died, i wonder how he takes the news of my death'

he grabs the guitar firmer and started to practice some notes from a song his dad and he loved, he was surprised how smoothly he can play now

'ok old man this is for you'

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[song time!]

(https:// you tu. be /9P16xvwMQ5A)

So, so you think you can tell

Heaven from hell

Blue skies from pain

Can you tell a green field

From a cold steel rail?

A smile from a veil?

Do you think you can tell?

Did they get you to trade

Your heroes for ghosts?

Hot ashes for trees?

Hot air for a cool breeze?

Cold comfort for change?

Did you exchange

A walk on part in the war

For a lead role in a cage?

How I wish, how I wish you were here

We're just two lost souls

Swimming in a fish bowl

Year after year

Running over the same old ground

And how we found

The same old fears

Wish you were here

[end of the song time!]

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Thomas was too much into the song, playing it, remembering his father, his mother and his little sister, before the accident, that he didn't notice that his mother was in his room, she only enter to say to him that the dinner was ready, then she heard him sing a song she never heard, the way he sings it with so much feeling, the technique it was so perfect

"when you learned to play like that?" his mother is still dumbfounded about the incredible technique showed by his son

"well... it was a surprise to dad for his birthday, you know that you ruin the surprise?"

'i will tease her a little *chuckle* if I remember right, Veronica can't hold a secret to my 'new' father Mathew'

"*gasp* No! what I am going to do now?! You know that I can't hide something from your father, he knows me too well l, damn it!!" she starts to panic a little too much for my taste, she grabs her head with her hands and starts to walk around my room in circles

*sigh* "well... you don't have to really tell him you know?" Veronica raises her head from between her hands, her eyes are already teary, she muttered a 'really?'

'ah, now i know why Mathew like her' "Yeah if he asks you, you only have to tell him that is a secret or surprise, it's not that difficult" he says shrugging "well let's go eat that delicious dinner that you make"

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