A/N: As of late, I have been reading a lot of Kim Possible fanfiction. I'm sorry. I really should be working on my other projects, but I really needed to write down these ideas that have been flowing into my head.

If any of you have any thoughts, please leave it in a review.

Chapter 1: Sound of Music

Ron Stoppable - 10 years old

It's eleven o'clock in the morning and today would be a great day for everyone, warm sunshine, no clouds, quiet neighborhood, people exercising and birds chirping, People would think this would be the greatest day in their lifetime except for poor Ron, who was having a hard time trying to reason with his father.

"Dad! Why do I have to take music lessons?".

"You're mother and I want you to be constructive with your energy and imagination. I really believe that music is a wonderful outlet for you to explore." He walked to the window and looked at the blue sky and gave a deep breath. "My grandfather, your great grand father, was a musician in Berlin. In the 40s, the sound of his violin filled the air with magnificent music. To our people, it was a symbol of hope. To the government, it was a symbol of defiance. He may no longer be with us, but his memory lived on in our family and our community. When I was growing up, I didn't have the aptitude to try music. That's why I became an actuary." said Elliot Stoppable. He looked back down to his son who had a confused look. Elliot chuckled. "I do a lot of math. When I look at you, I see a free spirit ready to explore, experience, and create."

Ron stood there, absorbing all that his father said. After a few seconds, he opened his mouth. "I really don't like math."

Elliot laughed. "That is one thing to consider." He put a hand to his chin. "You like cooking. Right? I always see a smile on your face whenever you help your mom in the kitchen. I hear that she is letting you cook some things on your own, with supervision of course." Ron nodded but was confused at where this was going. "Think of music like cooking. The different notes are like ingredients, and lyrics are like a recipe. Using the notes well, you can make a catchy tune. The lyrics would give meaning and direction to said tune."

"Huh." 'That's a cool way to put it.' "I think I get what you're saying, but I don't know if I will like it," said Ron.

"Ha ha. I know son. You could hate it or you could love it. The only way to find out is to try it. Right?" Said Elliot, giving his son a thumbs up.

"I guess so," said Ron, giving out a defeated sigh.

"What was that phrase that you like to say?... Oh. I remember now. Never be normal. That's what you live by right? Ron's father asked.

"Well, yeah, but what does that have to do with anything?" He didn't know what his dad was leading to.

"Being normal would be like staying the same and never changing. It was people who were considered not normal that brought about the greatest changes to the world. You told me just the other day that Kim was working on martial arts and gymnastics. She's branching out. How would you feel if you could never try any new food ever again?"

Ron gave a shocked look at the thought and soon calmed down. "If Kim's doing it,...I'll give it a try..."

One Week Later

The car was fairly silent for a few minutes, and Ron was just about to fall asleep until Elliot woke him up by turning on the radio. The song that came up was a favorite to both of them. Who could hate the Beatles?

The car soon came to a smooth stop in front of a shopping center. "Son we're here" said Elliot. Ron let out an incredible yawn. Elliot gave out a small chuckle and gestured his son to follow him.

They walked through the door of a section which was about 3 floors up. The first floor was for the instrument lessons, the second floor was for the singing lessons, and the third floor was for the Dance lessons.

They were greeted by the buildings receptionist who was a woman with black hair tied into a ponytail and hazel eyes.

"Hello. Welcome to Allegro School of Music. How may I help you?" asked the Lady.

"Hi. My son Ron Stoppable, would to register for instrument and singing lessons. Please."

"Sure, what kind of instruments would your son like to learn?" Asked the receptionist.

"I believe that he should do the classics: guitar and piano. Please." said Elliot, whom was now smiling.

The receptionist shifted her head next to Elliot and saw a sheepish Ron rubbing the back of his neck. She let out a light chuckle and shifted her head back to Elliot's.

"No worries Mr. Stoppable. Guitar and piano lessons go for two hours, and singing lessons go for one. You may pick up your son at two o'clock or you may wish to watch him throughout the lessons." asked the Lady.

"No it's fine, I'll come back when the time is right, thank you anyways," said Elliot.

Elliot looked over to his son and still found him embarrassed and shy. This is his first day after all, so it made sense. Elliot's small giggles slightly lightened up the mood. He ruffled his son's hair, and dropped down to one knee, looking at his son face to face. "Don't worry Ronnie, I'm sure it'll be fun." He gave a sincere smile to his boy.

"I'm still not sure about all this, but I promised you and mom that I would give it a try. If things turn out well, I'll tell Kim about all this. We're best friends after all. We've been friends since Pre-K."

"I'm sure that she'll support you just like you have supported her. I have to go to work now, but I'll pick you up after your lessons."

"Thanks dad." Ron smiled at his dad's words of comfort.

His father smiled back. "You're welcome son. I'm sure that you'll go on to do great things. Remember. Music isn't set in stone like math. It comes from what's on the inside." He points towards Ron's heart. "It's your voice to the world. Enjoy yourself and make it grand." At that he gave him a big hug and left the building.

As Ron looked at the retreating figure of his father, he thought about what he was doing. 'This might not be so bad. Maybe-' A voice interrupted his thoughts.

"Come Ron, let's start your lessons." She took a few steps forward and then stopped. "Before we continue, would you like to say anything at all, or is there anything in your mind you wanna speak about?" Asked the lady.

"I hope that this isn't rushed," Ron said with hesitation in his voice.

And the lady couldn't help but laugh at Ron's comments. "We at Allegro do our best to help students of the arts learn at their own pace. You have nothing to worry about. We shall start our lessons now. We'll start with Guitar, then Piano and lastly, singing".

'It would be nice to play music for my family and Kim.' He took a deep breath and followed the receptionist to one of the different rooms on the bottom floor.

The lady opened a door to one of the lessons that are about to begin, not many students were there in the room, probably only 7 or 8. The woman introduced the new student to the class. All eyes focused on Ron, and Ron gave out a nervous chuckle. Finally, words came out of his mouth.

"Hey guys, my name is Ron, and I will start playing guitar with you guys," said Ron. Everyone gave out a few "Hey"s and continued with their guitars.

"They seem okay. I guess." Ron whispered to the woman.

She simply smiled. "Don't worry too much about that. I can assure you that they are good kids. They are all in a similar position as you." She turned to the rest of the class. "Let us begin." She gave a calm and nurturing smile that brought the class to attention.

For the next 2 years, Ron was taught how to play a multitude instruments and how to sing well. During his education, he experienced stage performances, studied different chords and techniques to play the instrument properly, and mastered most songs. He soon began to write some of his own.

What would happen next became a cornerstone of what his life would lead to.

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