Me and You Aganist the World

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Literary Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
See what the secret musical sensation has to go through.

Submitted: April 22, 2010

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Submitted: April 22, 2010

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I’m pretty sure life was better before the fame come along. No, I’m positive that life was way better before the fame. It was so difficult just hiding away while my brother gets to live his life. I have no problem with him getting all the attention; it’s just that I’m always hiding away in my room, never to come out except during concerts, recording sessions, and for meals. Would you even call that a life? Maybe I should explain my situation before I continue on with my little rant of mine. My name is Vladimir Witte the II, and my brother’s name is Alexander Witte the I.He and I are twins, but we aren’t identical, which is unfortunate on my part. My brother was born with my father’s great looks and personality, unlike me who ended up with an odd mixture between my mother and father’s looks and a pathetic excuse of a personality. He excelled in both his studies and athletics and I failed to do so in both areas. He was nicknamed by everyone after Alexander the Great. And even though everyone else saw me as his shadow, Alex didn’t seem to. I always wondered why he never just got annoyed of me and just ignore me like everyone else. My incapability to do anything never seemed to faze him, and his patience never ceased to amaze me.  But there was one thing that I outshined him in; my one salvation, the one thing that kept my life going and that was singing. Now this isn’t your typical singing where you sing words at a certain notes, no what I could do was much more difficult than that. It’s a mix between opera and contemporary music, while I could hit the notes of that of an opera singer; I modernized it with music from now to create something that I liked to call modernized classics. My brother on the other hand couldn’t hit a note if his life depended on it, completely tone deaf to put it nicely. At the time though, my singing abilities were not “right” as my parents said and they told me to never tell anyone of my talents. So being the good son that I was, I obeyed and sang to myself privately.Now that was almost a decade ago, and now modernized classics are a huge hit. Not many people could pull it off, and those who could, made millions. You think this would be great for me right? Finally, here is my chance to show my talents and finally show the world what I’m made of. To say to everyone that doubted me that I am special, I am my own person, I am Vladimir Witte.And that is where you are completely wrong.
“Vladimir! Come on! The concert is going to start any second!” my manager, Lev handed me my mike while he broke my train of thought and walked towards the middle of the stage, “Okay everybody we are on in five, four,” he held up his fingers and silently counted down the last three numbers as he backed off the stage. He pointed to the stage crew who then hoisted up the front curtains to reveal an anxious audience.
“We all know you have been waiting for this live performance by one of the only men that can sing modernized classics,” the announcer’s voice blasted throughout the speakers and the audience clapped. My fingers were sweating like always, I just could never get over my nerves. “Now may I present the amazing,” the announcer paused for that dramatic effect, “Alexander Witte the I!” The crowd went wild with applause as my brother walked out on stage, giving his charming smile and a wink to the people. That only made them roar louder with appreciation. I rolled my eyes and then heard the well known tune of La Traviata come on. That was my cue, as I hid backstage singing the words to one of my favorite songs as my brother lip-synced out front on stage.Now I know what you’re thinking, lip-syncing? How could you? Fool all those unsuspecting people into thinking that my brother is singing when it’s actually me. I never planned on this to happen, one thing came to another and then another, and then the next thing I know, I’m signing a contract agreeing that I would lip-sync for my brother and get half the profits. At first I didn’t understand why I couldn’t just perform the songs myself and then it hit me. I wasn’t good looking enough, I wasn’t handsome enough. All I had was the voice, and my brother, the looks. I didn’t think we would get far and that’s why I agreed, plus my brother convinced me to just “try it out” and it I didn’t like it, we could quit. I tried it out, and I didn’t like it, but both my brother and our manager wouldn’t let me quit. The fame got to Alexander.  He was no longer the happy, go-lucky brother that I remembered so clearly in my mind. He was no longer the brother that protected me from the taunting, no longer the brother that taught me how to do the things that I always wanted to give up on. Now all that was left was an empty shell, fooled by the devil’s trickery. He was fully consumed in the riches and treasure that we were highly paid in. All the time he would ask me, “Vlad, why aren’t you happy? We have never lived a life of such luxury, and now that you have it, you won’t enjoy it with your brother?” I tried explaining the first few times that what we were doing was wrong, but I could see in his eyes that whatever I said went ignored. So I gave up and just nodded in agreement and said I would try harder, fully knowing that he still didn’t hear me.
The second verse of the song was coming up and I once again started to sing the beautifully written words as my brother fooled the world with our trickery.Why do I do this again? Oh yeah, that’s right, he’s my brother and no matter how much he isn’t anymore, family sticks together. It’s us against the world as Alexander always said to me. I didn’t know how it changed so fast. He was always so kind and patient with me when we were younger. Never did shout when I couldn’t figure out that one math problem, never did he laugh when I couldn’t hit a baseball for the millionth time. He just smiled that lopsided grin of his and said to me, “It’s okay Vlad! Time’s just going to have to stop and wait up for us ‘cause it’s me and you till the end, got it?” I smiled and my tired eyes misted up a bit thinking about one of my most treasured memories.
The third to last verse came up, and once again I was hitting all the notes flawlessly as I saw through the curtain my brother parading on the stage giving another “great” performance. Maybe I could change him back, I pondered. There’s still a chance that my brother’s old self was still in there. I just couldn’t think of anything that would snap my brother out of his trance. I could see it every once and while when the old Alex came back. You could always tell through his eyes, he always expressed his emotions through his eyes. When they were bright blue, he was happy and in high spirits. Those were the pair of eyes that I was used to; those once striking blue eyes now were so dark blue that I could hardly see his pupil anymore. The instrumental part of the song came up, and I took my break with deep gratitude. I needed time to think, think about how to get Alex back from the clutches that was held by the devil himself.
“Vladimir!” exclaimed an all too familiar voice behind me. I turned to face the culprit to be no other than Lev again. “Good job, this showing is sold out,” he gave me a toothless grin and a thumbs up.I nodded and gave a weak smile as if I actually believed in this sham, as if I really wanted to do this, as if I actually enjoyed this.
The instrumental part was now over and it was going into the last verse of the song.I took a deep breath and started to sing once again, but there was a large crash behind me. I didn’t notice that a stage crew rammed into one of the lamps which then proceeded to fall on the curtain that was shielding me from the cruel world. It all seemed to happen in slow motion; I stared up at the falling lamp as I knew what the outcome of this was going to be. My predictions didn’t disappoint unfortunately. The curtain went down as the lamp ascended among it. I closed my eyes and heard nothing but silence. The band had stopped playing due to the disruption and even though I couldn’t actually see the crowd’s eyes on me, I felt their eyes boring down on me like I was some type of animal. I was internally deciding on whether or not I should run or just stand there and pretend like I wasn’t just lip-syncing for my brother.
The silence was deafening as I waited for the crowds boos and cries of hatred to rain down upon me any second, but none came. Confusion and surprise were the emotions that came across my face. Did I dare open my eyes to the ugly world that was sitting in front of me? My head was telling me to just run off the stage, but of course I did the exact opposite. I slowly opened my eyes to notice the many gazes of curiosity that were boring down on my. I turned my head to left and saw my brothers face masked with a solemn expression that portrayed nothing. Well, some help he’s going to be, I thought to myself. Well since I’m already in what I believe is Hell, might as well make the best of it. I closed my eyes once more and continued on with the talent that God had blessed me with. The orchestra realized what I was trying to do and started to play the sweet melody of my favorite song while I sang the last of it. This moment brought something in me back to life. A sense of individuality? Pride? Independence? Whatever it was, all I knew was that I never wanted to be parted with this feeling of complete fulfillment. A small smile crept upon my face as I sang the final note of the song. With the melody of the song no long floating throughout the air, I felt the same uneasiness as before. My eyes were still closed shut and the smile that I had on not too long ago was replaced with a grim frown. Just open your eyes! My mind internally shouted at me.So with that in mind, I used the last of what little courage and will I had in me. My eyes snapped open to an audience filled with open mouths and eyes that were bulging out of their heads. Oh no, they didn’t like it. What will Alexander think of me now? I ruined not only myself, but him as well.Oh no, what have I done, I’m so sorry Alex.
At that precise moment I heard a single clap come from the side of me. My head immediately turned to make eye contact with the one person I needed the most.
There stood my older brother, clapping slowly, but deliberately, its sound reverberating throughout the stadium. Then, it was like a domino effect. I then heard another man’s clap, and then another, and then another, until the whole floor was standing up, applauding and whistling. I looked around the room, excitement, and happiness washed over me in an overwhelming fashion. Yet something didn’t feel completely right. This is a moment that I had pictured my whole entire life, and yet there was a part of me that this joy couldn’t reach. My brother was off standing to the side, slowly, but surely backing off the stage. With my newfound strength, I ran over and grabbed my brother’s hand. He looked at me with a confused stare, but he smiled that one grin he always had, and ruffled my hair. Although the playfulness did not completely reach his bright eyes, I could see the brotherly pride and respect he now held for me.I pulled him towards the center of the stage and both of us took our bows as the audience still applauded as loudly as before.
“Uh, hey Vlad, should we, um, leave the stage now or just stay on, or bow some more, or, mmh?” I stared at him incredulously as Alex rambled on with other options of what we should do next. Alex was in a state that I had yet to ever see him in, a state of nervousness and uneasiness. And as we stood there, side by side, I said to him the words he had always said to me.“Come on Alex, it’s you and me against the world. It’s you and me till the end.”
 


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