IN THE BEGINNING
HOW THE MADNESS BEGAN!
It all began in musik school one fateful day...
"Ruckzuck" would be the best way to describe Ralf that gloomy weekday afternoon. As always, his weed escapades resulted in his tardyness for class. He wasn't particularly anxious about his being late, though he greatly disliked the teacher and didn't want to see his squalid face contort in unadulterated fury. This specific class was quite avant-garde, which caught Ralf's eye instantly. Indian improvisation... whatever that bullshit was supposed to be. It seemed interesting... he imagined blending his rebellious~tunes with foreign tastes! How exotic...
Florian wasn't taking music school too well. He wanted to specialize in saxophone, Hawaiian guitar, violin, and above all flute. But the teachers simply didn't care. They tried to force him to play piano... and the result wasn't pretty. He erupted into tears and cried on the floor like a prenatal fetus in the womb. His performance was so pitiful that the teachers let him slide. Despite his eccentricities, Flori proved to be an impeccable musician with an ear for sophisticated, crisp sound. He loved India... everything about it. When he found out that his very own musik school was holding an Indian improvisation class, his participation was obligatory. He was late, however, and was trying to find his way to the classroom. He wasn't too good at directions, and his navigation skills were akin to those of a deaf bat. Nevertheless, fueled by passion, he bolted through the halls...
...Ralf saw the class through his boxy tinted glasses and sprinted for it...
...Florian spotted the class and used all his braincells to make out the word "Indian"...
...Ralf's biker legs flexed as he came ever closer...
...Flori's fate was before his eyes...
...THE ONLY TRUTH IN A WORLD OF LIES...
...COLLISION IMMINENT! A LOVELY SURPRISE!
Flori fell to the floor, dropping all of his textbooks, which were pointless, considering his reading difficulties...
He cried. Hard.
He got up and stared at the pile of books with the look of a gravely distraught child. Tears streaming down his face, he was about to pick them up, when...
...Ralf did the same.
They gazed deeply into each others eyes.
In Ralf's eyes, Flori got a glimpse of a pretentious, fabulous, potentially high person with daddy issues. This person clearly hated the world, and expressed his angst through bizarre musik. He seemed familiar...
When Ralf gazed into Flori's view-spheres, he saw mental anguish. Autism and social anxiety had cost him all of his relationships... he didn't deserve those people anyways! He must cry all the time! But wait... he had the impression that he had seen this broken creature somewhere before...
"THAT'S IT!" They shouted at the same time.
"You're the kid who couldn't read the dictionary! You've changed a lot since then... are you heading to the Indian improv class? If so, you've got a wicked taste in musik!" Ralfi told Flori.
"Thank you. You are good too. I remember you were mean rich famous bullying, but you are good now. I love India but I am half German-half French. I love flute, also is it ok that I still have trouble with the dictionary?" Flori explained and asked Ralf.
"I honestly don't care, since it looks like we're both beatniks. And you're half French... so exotic! You'll always be exotic in my eyes! Let's put our past differences aside. You want to be friends? We can jam all night and day!"
"Yes, yes, yes!" Flori excitedly shouted.
The two blushed.
"Hey lovebugs, come in already! You're an hour late!" The monstrous instructor roared.
The bonded pair smiled at each other deviously.
It had begun... their fates were sealed!
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Fax und Fiktion!
Fax: Ralf und Florian met in an Indian improvisation class, Ralf was the weed kid in school, Ralf wasn't a very good student, Florian cried a lot in music school, Florian only wanted to play flute, sax, ukelele, + violin, Florian wasn't adept at reading, relationship was practically telepathic, childhood story was true, Florian loves India, Ralf made it clear to Florian that his half-Frenchness was exotic.
Fiktion: The bumping into each other + picking up books scene, exact conversation was different obviously, idk if they were actually late but it fits their school habits considering Ralf was a C student and Florian an F student.