2 History of La Idea(La-I-Day-Uh)

Ok, so being in 6th grade you have no worry of drama, just playing around with your friends, telling jokes, and just having fun. Unless your me with the family I'm in, then you are basically alone, here's how it is:

/Winter, December, 2013/

My Father and his Sister, Lisa Sotelo, got into an argument;

"Hey don't be telling me what to do, I don't care if you are older than me, this is my house okay!?"

My father says aloud in the entire house,

"Well I'm sorry Oscar, you don't know how to listen,"

"Listen!?? How the fuck you think you can say some shit like that in my house and family, you telling me to get away from Liz(my mom and his wife) with four kids in the house?! You jealous piece of shit!"

My dad responds as best he could.

So to have context, my Aunt Lisa is jealous of my mom. She doesn't want my dad to be with her, because we have a better house hold and income, typical family drama, but a tad worse.

"Lisa leave now before I lose my shit,"

my dad says calmly pointing at the door,

"Alright Oscar I'm sorry for what I've said,"

trying to relax him, it didn't work. My dad didn't say another word until she left the house. Now that's just my dads side, we'll get to the other half later. With that being said, of course my uncle Hector will follow with her, so he quit the band then and there, little O'l me was sitting there confused.

As my Aunt and Uncle left without a word, I asked my dad,

"Dad who started the band?"

My dad looked down still mad, but composed,

"Okay Sean, me and Hector started the band when I was your age(13) he taught me how to play guitar, and that's why I know bass."

I reply,

"Who decided the name of it?,"

"Well me and Hector couldn't decide a name for it, so I ask my mom, out of the blue she said, 'La Idea', and we just took that name and it stuck, but I hope he doesn't plan to take it from us."

I respond,

"What do you mean?"

"We are still going to keep playing Sean, we still have Michael, for the least."

"So who's gonna play the drums?"

I reply,

"Well maybe you Sean,"

I look in disbelief, Me? At the time I did not know how to play any kind of instrument except the cornet, and I was bad enough.

"So who will teach me?"

I asked for concern,

"Well I'll buy a set and you just watch videos and play along with it."

That's all he said, watch videos huh? Sounded hard enough but it was possible, hell I thought for the next day was how am I gonna beat the Pokemon league in Heart Gold. But never the less I set out to do that.

"Ok dad I will try the best for the band and you."

and I also had to slip in,

"Dad does Tio Hector hate me?"

My dad looks at me even more mad, but he did compose himself,

"No Sean, he is jealous, don't let no one talk about you or how you are, I'm sure he will return to get his guitar and amp, I will talk to him so he doesn't run off with anything else,"

I reply,

"Ok dad be safe"

On queue, the 1974 Ford pulls up, they only lived about 6 minutes away so he responded quick to come. My dad told me not to come, but he indeed tell us what he said,

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At the Garage

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"Oscar I'm sorry this had to happen, Lisa doesn't like Liz for the past years, ever since the band came along, and we where going no where,"

My uncle Hector says in a soft tone,

My dad responds,

"No where? We had at least 30 Gigs this past year, what makes you think no where-"

"Sean, Oscar! Sean! He can't play worth of any shit , you just putting him on the drums and expect him to play will work out?!"

My uncle barges in his talk, my dad was now even more flustered,

"Oh so since Sean can try to play you think it's all of his fault?! He doesn't know how to play yet because he needs more years, I don't mind your grandson but he needs his years to-"

"Don't bring him into this Osc-"

"Bring?!! You are talking shit about my own son!!"

My dad yells, at that point Hector is silent,

"You hate my son, and my got damn sister hates my wife, what else your grandson doesn't like, me? An uncle? I didn't give him a chance, it's his choice to bring himself, but you are forcing him into playing, and he doesn't want that Hector, I can tell because he doesn't want to play-"

Well what if he does?! We wouldn't have this in the first place!-"

"First place?! We made the band so we can have fun, and get paid to do what we love! You taught me how to play, and me and you even talked about having our own kids in the band!-"

"Well now the mind has changed Oscar, you can keep this damned name, I'm taking my shit, good-luck going far with your low life son of yours!"

He gets his guitar and amp, and walks to his truck, my dad standing in disbelief of what he heard from a friend he grew up with, Hector took off, my dad turned the lights off and proceeded to come back home.

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Upon return, he told the entire story and conversation he had, of course my mom heartbroken that he said that about me.

I sat there in front and I felt like, am I the reason of all this? Is this why there jealous?

As I thought of this my dad knew I was thinking it was my fault,

"Sean it's not your fault, it's jealousy, and that's all it's gonna be, we'll keep the band running, don't let him bring you down, ok?"

I look at him and nodded, wanting to cry, I went into my room and proceeded to play Heart Gold, as I was playing on my DS, I stopped and looked up, and said aloud, but softly,

"I just want to play drums I didn't know I was gonna end up like this, especially for the family, man..."

And after that I just kept playing until night, and gone to sleep, wondering what could happen in the next few years...

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