"Brandon! I told you
not to get me anything.... You should be saving your money for
college. Books are super expensive."
"Yeah I remember what
you said, but when I saw this I had to get it. It's the perfect
thing for you!"
"Jeez... It's so
"Open it, mom. You're
gonna love it..... L-o-v-e."
[ Brandon watched
his mom pick at the tape and jerk the wrapping paper off the weird
looking gift. It was a brand new saxophone.
having no musical training at all, was speechless.
"It's a saxophone, mom.
You love saxophone music. You love Sting and John
"Well... I... That's
true, I do love Sting..."
"So now you can play
all your favorite Sting songs on this mint-condition
"But I have no idea how
to play this. I mean.... I'm not musical at all."
"You don't like
"No, no... I like it,
it's very nice, but... how much did this cost?"
"Oh my god, Brandon.
Listen... I really appreciate this and I know you put a lot of
thought into it, but....."
welled up in Brandon's eyes. ]
"I didn't keep the
receipt. 'Cause... 'cause I was sure you would love it."
"I do! ...I do love it,
but it would take years to learn how--"
"Well fuck it! Who
gives a fuck, right?! Fuck you, fuck me, fuck the saxophone, fuck
the craftsmanship! Right mom?! Right?!"
Brandon tore the saxophone away from his mother. He blew into it
violently and danced around the room and cried hysterically.
Pictures fell off the walls and glasses jingled. Brandon collapsed
and wept quietly while his mother rubbed his back and tried to bring
him around. ]
"I want to keep the
[ Brandon sat up and
looked at her. She wiped his tears away.
"Are you gonna play
your favorite Sting songs on it?"
"Do you want to see
what I got dad?"