Before the end of this day Matt will know. Whatever outcome may follow, things will change. Making it this far is unbelievable! Hé has always known he has it in him, but without any reassurance it always remained somewhat of a mystery. The final countdown is on. Will this be the day he sheds his gray cloak? He never seeks any confirmation, has always been winging it. This is what has been expected of him, it seems. He was happy to comply too, until recently that is.
Nonetheless Matt is still the underdog, even now. It is and always has been about his sister Evelin as far as his parents are concerned, he feels. He can’t think about that now though. His feelings have to be annihilated for the time being. He tells himself he couldn’t care less at this point, secretly knowing that that bold statement is far from the actual truth.
Turmoil has already started at home. Matt feels his mum has been indifferent to him his entire life. His mother’s happy to finally see him excel in something, though this doesn’t change a thing. She picks on him every chance she gets, almost like a cat and mouse game. Though she does take excellent care of him, he has to admit. His laundry’s always spotless and to this day she even makes him lunch every morning.
His father however is under the impression that a boy as lazy and no-good as his son will never ever amount to much in life, let alone be better than his sister at something. Matt wishes his father paid more attention to him growing up.
His father however seems more interested in either his work as a conductor at the philharmonic, his social life or Evelin and her development as a soprano opera singer.
Matt himself always thinks of his sister as being a secretively silent, goody two-shoes excuse of a sim. The look on her face, when she heard he would be entering too, was priceless!
Nobody figured he would get this far. His sister is still in the race like him. Though one by one they have seen the other contestants leave, be sent home by the jury. And tonight is the last live show, the finals. On TV it is a big hype, both brother and sister battling each other in the finals of a talent show.
None of his relatives realized he has been playing as a singer in a garageband. They don’t seem to care. All they think is that he only spends time doing absolutely nothing with his mates every chance he gets. Little do they know that Matt and his friends have been practicing with their band every Wednesday and Saturday for the last two and a half years.
Matt gets called to the stage. The show’s band starts to play as he enters the arena. The judges are in front of him, the audience is seated close behind. The dancers come on and do their routine as he starts his first verse; his voice clear and on key. He looks into the audience to get a glimpse of his parents. He wants to see their faces when they find out he is performing THEIR song. The song that they always play and dance to on their wedding anniversaries. This song also happens to be a real golden oldie so he manages to get the entire audience hyped while performing.
Especially now he has to go for the kill, his final move to put em all in place. From here on out HE will be king! He will be a giant and trample over anything or anyone that’ll get in his way, his sister being the first. “It ain’t over until the fat lady sings, though i might shut her up still.”, he sneers inwardly while thinking of his sister.
After the last chorus is sung, he is rewarded with a standing ovation. Even the judges are clapping and cheering him on. “Ha, beat this, sis!”, he thinks triumphantly when exiting the stage. He knows his sister sings beautifully but with her lacking charisma will never be able to win enough souls before the voting is over.
Then it is Evelins turn to perform in front of the jury, the audience and the viewers of the live show on TV. She sings a scene from the opera of Puccini’s ‘Tosca’ and does it brilliantly. When she joins Matt backstage they give each other a glance. Matt sees defeat written all over her. “Ha, you thought you were gonna shine here tonight? Proved you wrong, didn’t I.” Matt thinks as his eyes lock on her, but instead he says: “And, how do you think you did, sis?” Evelin looks back at him but doesn’t find words. Instead she gives him a faint smile, walks to the sofa and sits herself beside him.
Thinking it is no fun to gloat when Evelin already realizes she’s defeated by her brother without even hearing the tally, Matt backs off. There is enough time for gloating afterwards, he reckons. When the lines for voting are closed and the final vote is in, the finalists are asked to join the host on stage to receive the results of this knockout from the notary. After some chit-chat to build up tension, the host announces the winner: “Ladies and gentlemen, after months of practicing and finetuning their skills they have performed for you here tonight. We thank you all for voting and watching this wonderful fifth edition of our show… ” The host pauses and laughs before continuing: “And now without further delay i present to you the winner of this year’s ‘Show us your Voice’, the very talented Matt Goedemondt!!
When driving home the family is silent. Matt feels he is on top of the world. He will not let this pitiful bunch of relatives get in the way of celebrating his victory. The world will be at his feet now. He glances over to the side and sees Evelin sitting next to him. She seems to be crying. Matt doesn’t want to give it much attention though. His father will probably console her once their home. No need to fuss over her now then, he brushes it off. At home Matt immediately calls his mates and agrees to meet them at the local nightclub.
After spending hours celebrating, being offered drinks by everyone and hooking up with several women that recognize him from the show, Matt goes home a satisfied teen. Once he arrives home well after midnight, he tosses his jacket over a chair and walks to the kitchen. He hears his fathers snoring coming from the master bedroom. In the kitchen Matt finds a note on the breakfast table.
He recognizes Evelins handwriting. He picks it up and starts reading…
In the night is where he seeks me
It is then his hands find way
Under my garments, over my pride
Further and further they stray
I don’t want it anymore, father
No longer will i be your slave
I’ll go where my feet must take me
Blissfully drown in the highest wave
Off to the Windenburg bridge I venture
Down the side I will surely go
And where will I resurface?
Dead and bloated, who will know