175 Surpassing The Past POV (1/2)

Did mister Max just ask me for a date?

I wonder if I should answer him since he would know the answer already, but I think I will have to give him an answer because he did ask me. He also doesn't want me to nod or gesture my hands because it is disrespectful to him since he is older than me.

”It is the 18th of March in the year 1990, mister.”

I tell him the date and have a look at his watch to make sure. It is a nice watch, but it did not have the correct time since it isn't 8 at night at the moment. It is still very bright out with the sun shining far in the distant.

The pretty watch did have the correct date, which is the 18th of March 1990.

It also has the correct day, which is Sunday.

Monday is tomorrow, but I don't have school because daddy hasn't enrolled me into one yet. He didn't believe that we will be staying here in Los Angeles for long, so he didn't bother enrolling me into one even if I really want to go to school and make friends, not having to stay home with daddy, especially when he is a lot angry now.

I just didn't think that daddy has already made up his mind about leaving me with mummy, but I really hope mummy will enroll me into a school.

I am 9 years old right now, so I will be in Grade 4, but I could be put into Grade 3.

It is very normal for me to be put into a grade lower because I have been missing school a lot. I am not very smart either.

Mister Max laughs at my answer then nods with a cheerful smile.

His hand continues to hold onto my hand even when he opens the door into the car for me.

I actually want to open the door into the car myself since I am already big enough.

”It sure is, Christina, and you sure are. You're a big girl now even if you are a bit scrawny for your age, but that can easily be fixed.”

Mister Max tells me and lets me into the car.

I wonder what he means by scrawny? Is it like prawny? I know that word. It means having something to do with prawn. Prawn sounds a lot like porn, which is an adult word that I am not allowed to learn, but I think it has something to do with those magazines that daddy usually buys.

”Scrawny means very skinny, Christina. It doesn't have anything to do with prawn. And porn means… I will tell you when you are older. Anyway, you should eat more a lot more, huh?”

Mister Max explains to me like being very skinny is a bad thing. I don't really understand why he would think so since daddy says being skinny is a good thing.

Those girls around my age posing in swimsuits in all of those Japanese modeling magazines that people in Japan likes to read is very skinny. Daddy reads them too, sometimes, but he always does to in secret for some reason.

Comparing to those girls, I am actually a big girl.

I actually like being a big girl.

It is because I get to sit in the front of the car instead of the back like I always do even if there is really no one else in the car except for me and daddy.

When daddy and mummy were still living with each other in the same house, she always gets to sit in the front with daddy since she is a big girl. I didn't really understand what mummy meant by that back then, but I think I do now because I am a big girl.

Big girls get to do a lot of things.

Mister Max chuckles again before getting into his seat. He then fiddles something under the seat. After that, he checks the steering wheel before inserting the car key that he has found underneath the seat to start the car.

Daddy also hides key in the car. He also hides a lot of other things in the car from mummy too, but not anymore since mummy and daddy are no longer together.

His car stars immediately unlike the old car that daddy and mummy had brought when they were still together, living in the same house with me.

I miss mummy and daddy being together. They would celebrate things with me. Now days, with daddy by himself, he rarely celebrates anything with me. He is always moody, causing me to be moody too.

Mister Max casts a look at me before switching on the radio, letting the pleasant music to fill the car.

I love to listen to music because it makes me feel really happy inside instead of being gloomy. I get to learn a lot of new words from listening to songs as well. It is so much easier to remember those words than reading books and doing homework.

Sadly, daddy didn't like music very much, so I couldn't listen to any song when he is at home. Instead, when daddy is at home, I would reside in my room, spending my time to write down all the lyrics that I have heard and manage to remember.

It isn't hard to remember the lyrics since I recite the song in my mind, mimicking how the singers and musicians sing them. I don't know the differences between singers and musicians, but they both have really good voice, but not always.

And sometimes, I would switch the words in the lyric around or replace them if I think the lyric is better in the new sequence or with the new words. I also try to sing the new lyric to make sure it is better. It usually is. I also try to sing the original lyrics in a different way to find if it sounds better as well.

”Do you like music, Christina?”

Mister Max asks me like he knows exactly what I am thinking about. I want to know what he is thinking about too because he looks like he is thinking about a lot of thing.

Since he asks a question, he expects me to answer him.

”Yes. I really like music, mister. I really want to be a singer one day, but I couldn't because I was sick.”

I answer him.

”You are not sick anymore, and you should aim a little higher, Christina. Singers only sing, and while I think you have a lovely voice that you should use a lot more, you have a lot of other talents too.”Find authorized novels in Webnovel，faster updates, better experience，Please click for visiting.

Mister Max tells me. I like him more now because he compliments my voice. My friends tell me that I have a good voice, but daddy never did.

Daddy just didn't like me talking most of the time, so I didn't because I don't want to get punished for being bad.

”Thank you, mister. Um. What is better than singer?”

I ask out of curiosity. I don't think mister Max mind if I ask him questions.

Mister Max wants me to talk more, and somehow, I feel like I could ask and tell him anything.

”Not better, just higher, Christina. Musicians is higher than singers because all singers are musicians, but not all musicians are singers. You can write songs, so you are a composer. You can also dance while singing, so you are a dancer. And if someone teaches you how to play a musical instrument, I think it is very likely that you will excel. You are not just a singer.”

Mister Max tells me. I think I understand what the difference between singers and musicians now, and I want to be a musician, since being one also mean that I am a singer.

”Then I want to be a musician, mister, but…”

I mumble the last part since I know it is very unlikely anyone has time for me, let alone teach me how to play a musical instrument.