chapter 21

" I hope you like your prize."The pianist then goes back to the stage and proceed to play more songs while Yoongi holds the envelope firmly." Are you hiding anything else besides your knowledge at classical music?" I ask as I whisper to Yoongi." You'll never know." He says, his thumb rubbing the envelope. " Open it." I say observing his actions.And for the first time in the history of life of Park San Dara, he actually listened to me. He carefully tears the tip of the envelope and then tears it all the way through. A piece of paper was inside and as he pulls it out, jaws of us both fell onto the ground.It was a gift certificate that allows you to get whatever you want from the music store right across the theatre.•••" Please don't take too long."Our teacher reminds us while the rest of the students starts going back inside their buses. Yoongi asked the teacher if we could go to the store and use up the gift certificate , and she was understanding enough to let us.Yoongi and I crossed the road, jogging excitedly. He skips with a smile on his face and turns to face me." Do you know what you're getting?" I ask him just barely before we reach the store." Yep." He says nodding his head. " I hope they have it."When Yoongi pulled the door open, it was like a musical museum. Each instrument that you could ever imagine is right there. From pianos to violins, and from guitars to drums. You name it and they will probably have it.While I was amazed at how much instruments they sell, Yoongi goes to the clerk and shows his gift certificate. The clerk gives him a pat on his shoulder with a bright smile, then shaking hands with him. I guess they know how he got that. Maybe, it's a partnership between the theatre and this shop.The clerk then guided Yoongi to the back of the store. My curiosity itching me makes me follow them. Behind the walls of miscellaneous parts for instruments, there were more modernized musical needs.A portable piano, electric guitars that had their own tuners, and even those humongous machines that djs would use to make remixes of songs. It was all there.But when my eyes fell on a very familiar machine, with a lot of buttons on it, I already knew. I already knew that that's what Yoongi is gonna get.He stops walking as soon as his eyes caught a glimpse of it. He caresses it with his hands and smiles as he do so, but it was a different type of smile. A smile so sincere and passionate that makes his eyes twinkle. I have never seen this smile of his before, but it already is my most favourite smile of his. " I want this." He says with his eyes still on the machine. " Please."The clerk then goes in the stock room and gets a boxed version of the machine. He opens it infront of Yoongi , and his eyes dazzles even more. You could see how much he wanted it, and how much he's going to value it.The clerk closes the box and gives it to Yoongi, trading the gift certificate. They exchanged a few words that were inaudible for me. Yoongi walked towards me but his eyes were still looking on the boxed machine as he holds it so dearly with both of his hands. He held it as if he was holding an infant.I open the door for him and he goes out, just in time for the teacher to be looking at us. He walks infront of me, still amazed that he now has something he was working so hard for to get.I have a lot of wishes in my life, but one of them is to have someone who looks at me the way Yoongi looked at his new machine.•••When we reached our final destination, it was already dark. The sun had just come down, and even though the sky appeared lighter than usual, it gave off a dark and bluish ambiance.Two tourist guides welcomed us when our buses were gathered in the main area. It was a big museum, but they thought that they should tour students from each bus in different area so that it would be less overwhelming for the tour guides.A huge wall clock hung at the middle of the main area, it's arms pointing at six and nine. The short one on six and the long one on nine. Yoongi kept on looking at his phone like he is very worried. I wanted to ask him what the matter was but I respect that he probably doesn't want to talk about it.The tour guide then tells us that the other students are going from top floor to the bottom while we are going from bottom to the top.There are total of six floors in this building and I couldn't wait to see what's more.The first floor was full of vintage and classic cars. They're the cars that I think I would only see in historical movies, very much like the ones in foreign Victorian era.The tour guide keeps on explaining each type of car, but I was just not interested.We kept on walking, they kept on talking.It was like that until we reached all of the floors except the last one on the top. Out of all the floors, I liked third floor the most. It was where you can see handmade pots and jars which were more than two hundred years old. Each item had a different design and each design had a specific meaning.On our way to the last floor, we saw all of the students finishing up their tours. Since the museum has glass walls, you could see everything that's going on outside the building. They were already going into the buses while we had one more floor to explore.Our teacher was already frantic , and kept on speeding us up. For the five floors that we have been into, all the students were taking pictures with almost everything, causing our tour to be really slow. I mean, I did took a few clips for our project with the video camera but I wasn't being a hindrance.Yoongi is still not talking. Something is definitely bothering him, but I'm too chicken to ask him. He was following where students infront of us were going.As we reach the sixth floor, it was emptier than the past few floors we have been on. It's much more spacious with the gray carpet and glass walls. It looked huge, and there were only a couple of enclosed displays. When we walked to each display, realisation dawned to me that these were the musical instruments that were used by some of the most popular artists who have passed away.The students kept on moving forward with the teacher's instructions, not allowing them to take any more photographs. But then, Yoongi suddenly stops when he reached a golden trumpet inside a glass cube, his eyes examining every inch of it." Yoongi, I think we need to g-"" Look at it." He says as he points the trumpet." It is made of actual gold."I walk to him and stop as I stand beside him. The trumpet shone so brightly that it almost blinded me. It looked so sophisticated and well kept. It's a hundred and twelve years old , but there was not even a single scratch that a naked eye could spot on it." The person who owned it probably took care of it so much." I said." That's how musicians should be." He says as we begin walking slowly. " Instruments aren't just instruments, they're the love of your life."" Yoongi..." I say amazed by his words.We continued to walk, looking at each instrument. When we were done, we turned to a corner and saw a set of doors with a sign at the top that says 'exit'. Everyone's probably waiting for us outside the door." Let's hurry!" I tell him. " We shouldn't make them wait."" Yeah!" He replies and begins walking faster towards the door.As I reached the door, I pushed it with both my hands, but it didn't budge or move even the slightest bit. I looked back at Yoongi, not knowing what to do. He wrinkled his forehead and squinted his eyes while walking to where I am, and tried to push the door.It still didn't move." Hello!" I shouted as I bang on the door with the side of my fist. " Open it please."" Let's check the elevator." He says.We jog to the elevator, but as soon as we get there, all of the lights were turned off. Everything went pitch black since the area where we were right now was away from the glass window. I started to panic." Yoongi!" I shouted, trying to grab a hold of him through the darkness. " I'm here, I'm here." He calmly says as I felt two hands holding my shoulders." I'm right here."" Let's check the buses." I say taking his hand as I drag him towards the glass windows. The city lights gave out a bit of lightning , and as I saw Yoongi's face, my breath started returning to normal. " Look." Yoongi says pointing down at the bus on the ground. " They're leaving."Everyone was entering the bus and as the teacher entered, the bus drove off right away." No, no, no." I bang at the window. " We are still here." " Call someone!" I frantically say." Who?" He asks. " I don't have anyone's number who's in that bus.""Ugh!" I reach for my pocket to take my phone but to my surprise, my phone isn't there anymore. I tap both of my pockets, trying to look for it. I check my bag as well, scattering all my items on the floor.But my phone is missing." What are we going to do?" I say as I grip on my hair with both of my hands." Sleep." He responds to which I jerk my head in his direction, my eyes wide." What? Oh! I didn't mean that." He chuckles after seeing my reaction." T-t-they left . W-we are stuck here."" What's the worse that could happen?" He says as if he isn't stuck inside a museum which is two hours away from our damn actual hometown." Why are you so calm?" I frustratingly ask. " We're stuck in this damn museum and no-one knows that we're in here."" I know." He nods. " But, what can we do?"He trails across the glass windows, sliding his palm as he goes. When he reached the corner, he stops. He blows onto the glass window, the moisture creating a foggy layer on the window. Then he takes his forefinger and writes onto it.‘ Dara is scared.'•••