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An Homage to His Mom

by countinfives06 1 review

Category: Fall Out Boy - Rating: PG-13 - Genres: Drama,Romance - Published: 2008-01-05 - Updated: 2008-01-05 - 822 words

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Turns out convincing his teacher was easier than Liam thought it would be, and he was only 5 minutes late for his exam, hey, at least he got there. He could deal with being late, he didn’t have to practise, he knew it all perfectly, and he could play it in his sleep. He was however, mad that he didn’t get to wish Callie good luck, she was singing though, so he knew for certain she’d get her A. He could hear her as he tuned up his mom’s old guitar. Her voice still sent shivers down his spine, as he imagined his mom’s had done to his dad.

Callie came out the room not long after he’d finished tuning up, “Break a leg babe.” she said pecking his lips, that was all the fuel he needed, he was going to get his A for Callie and, for his mom.

Liam walked into the room and came face to face with the examiner. An older woman, in her 60’s Liam would guess. She was firm, but fair, she’d sat through his last exam, only training then. He sat down in a chair across the room from her, and amped up, “What will you be playing?” she asked him.

Liam smiled, “It’s a song of my mom’s, called Hallelujah.” the woman nodded, and wrote it down on her chart.

“You may begin,” she said, looking at him expectantly.

Liam nodded his head and started plucking, he knew this song like the back of his hands. His fingers ghosted over the oh so familiar frets seamlessly. This was probably one of his favourite Paramore songs. There was something about the song that sent chills up his spine, he didn’t know whether it was his mother’s voice, or the lyrics alone, but he loved it.

“You play beautifully,” the examiner said once Liam had finished.

He smiled, “My dad pushed and pushed, making sure I got guitar down,” he laughed, “I owe him a lot really.”

The woman nodded, “I have a feeling the world will be hearing more of you at some point. Well done Mr Farro, you get you’re A.” Liam smiled, thanked her, and packed up his guitar, now he just had to get through the rest of his exams. These would be harder, except English, he was good at English.

The next week, for the seniors at least, was pandemonium, utter chaos. The pressure and the workload was astounding and Josh didn’t know how he ever got through it. Liam was glad he only had two more exams to sit, English and Biology, and then graduation.

The English exam was today, and Liam was looking forward to it, his teacher had explained it to him, “You get a paper full of ideas for pieces of writing, and you choose one, and write about it for an hour and fifteen minutes, but you must finish in the time, I can guarantee that if you don’t finish you won’t get and A, probably not even a B,” his teacher had also said to do either a personal story, or a fictional story, as these would be the easiest to complete in the time limit.

He only had to complete these two exams and then he had the rest of the day off.

Liam sat down in front of his English paper in the hall and scanned the pages. He saw one excerpt that simply said: ‘Your favourite moment in time.’ it asked him to describe how he felt and why this moment was special to him. This was the only to pop out at him so he took it.

The memory he chose he couldn’t actually remember, but he did remember sitting down with his dad one day and looking through the holiday photo album. They began looking at the photo’s of an era, just before the cancer consumed Hayley. He wrote about a trip the three of them took up to California. The trip was mostly for recording, but Hayley and Josh made it a holiday for the three of them.

Liam wrote about how he longed to relive that one day, just that one day, so he could remember his mother. So he could remember her singing him to sleep, holding him, even simple things like talking to him. He knew it was impossible, but there was no harm in wishing, right?

He knew his final line had to be perfect, it had to some up the way he felt about losing her so young. So he sat, and thought, and he chose his words carefully, this was his homage to his mom.

“Why is it that all the good ones go first?” he wrote, “She was mine and my dad’s everything, my dad’s one and only, our sanctuary, she was my mom.”
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