He wouldn't go there alone, he had told his mother. She accepted his decision, but she was not happy about it.
"Some day, you have to overcome your fear..."

He nodded his head like everytime, but inwardly his heart broke into a million pieces.

I will never be good enough for them...

These thoughts, that were in his mind so often, destroyed him, they haunted him, at night and even during the day. He was with so many people he loved and still he felt so alone and so desperate.

The only thing that gave him a good feeling and hope, was the music. Lately he had gone to the little shed more often, he stayed there almost the whole afternoons. He was lucky that his parents were going to work more often recently.

He could spend wonderful hours of self finding and inspirational creativity in his own kingdom. And he owned it all, he owned every melody, every talent and every feeling, his music had.
He was like a child chasing bursting bubbles, he catched everything that seemed beautiful and colorful.
It fascinated him, the music, it was so magic and unexplainable. He wanted to reach it, he wanted to feel it.
When he got in touch with it, it brought the greatest joy and fascination to him.
And as a bubble would burst, his feelings exploded and the contagious excitement expanded and filled the whole shed.
It filled his whole kingdom.

he was the king of bubbles