Romance Fan Fiction / Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ His Rhythm, My Melody ❯ Piano Lessons ( Chapter 3 )
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By: Yaoi-Freak1990 
Miscellaneous: Romance Fan Fiction / Original Stories Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 08.27.2008 | Pages: 1 | Words: 975 | Visits: 371 | Status: Work In Progress
Miscellaneous: Romance Fan Fiction / Original Stories Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 08.27.2008 | Pages: 1 | Words: 975 | Visits: 371 | Status: Work In Progress
After a slow and what seemed like an endless day, the bell sounded, ending my misery. I collected my things and headed to the opposite end of the school. At first, my steps were quick with excitement, school was over and I was going to learn piano from Mr. Parker. I couldn’t be more excited….or completely and utterly nervous. I don’t think it was just the fact that I was going to learn to play the piano and that I have no idea what I was doing, but also…..something about Mr. Parker excited me and…made me…weak in the knees. It could be because of his extremely good looks or the look in his eyes when his bare into your own. I want to spend more time with him and I don’t know why. I believe it’s because we share so much in common…our love for music. That’s all it was….right?
I neared the band hall and slowed my pace down. As my steps grew slower, my heart raced faster. I can’t be nervous. I have to have confidence. This is going to be a new, exciting experience! Maybe I could even bond with Mr. Parker more and have a real friend. Were teachers and students allowed to be friends?
I took a deep breath as I walked down the band hall and paused in front of the doors. ‘You can do this.’ I told myself. Pushing the door open, I stepped into my favorite classroom. My heart leaped and my legs froze when I saw Mr. Parker sitting at the piano so casually, opening a music book. He turned his head and threw me one of those award winning smiles and asked, “You ready?”
No, not at all, “Y-yeah.” I had to force myself to move my legs forward. I started to chew on my lower lip the closer I got to the piano. Or was it the closer I got to Mr. Parker? Either way, I was nervous and uneasy. I set my books on the top of the piano and looked at my teacher. He showed me a small smile and in return I smiled back shyly. “Don’t be nervous, I’m sure you will pick up on this quickly.” He said this so surely.
“It’s no clarinet.” I said running my fingers over on the sleek black keys.
“No, but you have it in you. If you can play the clarinet so beautifully, I’m sure this will be no problem. It’s not played the same, but….uh….you have a great musical ability.” And it happened again, my eyes met his and I was stuck. He made me feel relaxed and so sure that I could do this. His comment made me blush and well up inside.
Smiling, I said back, “Thanks…I-I’m willing to try.”
He grinned, “Good, have a seat.” He patted the bench for me to sit next to him. Feeling jittery, I took my place next to him.
He took a deep breath, “Okay,” and exhaled. “Your right hand is going to play the melody; on the music it’s the treble clef. Your left hand plays bass clef.” Next he walked me through what fingerings were what notes. So far so good….
“Good so far?”
I nodded, “Yep.”
“Told you it’s not so hard.” I laughed. “Okay, I guess we can start off with you playing some short songs with your right hand then left. Then we can get you playing with both hands.”
“Kay.”
He pulled out a beginner’s book for piano and had me play songs like Merry Had A Little Lamb. It wasn’t that hard, even playing with my left hand. “You have good rhythm.” He smiled; I blushed. “Thanks.” The first one I played with both hands was Frere Jacques. Playing two separate things, the chords and melody wasn’t all that hard. I only messed up the first two times.
He nudged me with his shoulder, “See you can do it. You’re picking up on this fast.” My grin widened. Mr. Parker glanced at the clock, “Well, I better let you get home. It’s 4:15. When do you want to have lessons?”
“Every day after school?”
“That works for me.” He patted my shoulder. “You have fun?”
“Actually….yes.”
“I’m glad.” We both stood up. “See you in the morning, Zachary.”
Something caught in my throat, “Okay.” I gathered my stuff up and got my clarinet out of the cabinet.
“Bye.” He smiled, and I’m pretty sure my eyes were gleaming. “Bye bye.” I turned and walked quickly out of the room and out to my car.
I got home close to 4:30. “You’re home a little late.” My mom was in the kitchen doing dishes with my 13 year old sister. “Yeah, stayed after for band.”
“Oh?” Mom questioned.
“Piano lessons.”
“So, you like the new teacher?”
“Yeah.” I ran up to my room, not wanting to carry on a conversation. I set my stuff on my desk and flopped out onto my bed. ‘Today was…..good.’
Yaoi-Freak1990 – Hey, I finally got the next chapter up!! Yay!! Sorry it took so long and that this chapter is so short. I’m sooo busy. I was waiting until I learned piano and I’m taking a class this year. So, yeah. I’m working on all my stories! So look for them! Thanks for being so patient!
I neared the band hall and slowed my pace down. As my steps grew slower, my heart raced faster. I can’t be nervous. I have to have confidence. This is going to be a new, exciting experience! Maybe I could even bond with Mr. Parker more and have a real friend. Were teachers and students allowed to be friends?
I took a deep breath as I walked down the band hall and paused in front of the doors. ‘You can do this.’ I told myself. Pushing the door open, I stepped into my favorite classroom. My heart leaped and my legs froze when I saw Mr. Parker sitting at the piano so casually, opening a music book. He turned his head and threw me one of those award winning smiles and asked, “You ready?”
No, not at all, “Y-yeah.” I had to force myself to move my legs forward. I started to chew on my lower lip the closer I got to the piano. Or was it the closer I got to Mr. Parker? Either way, I was nervous and uneasy. I set my books on the top of the piano and looked at my teacher. He showed me a small smile and in return I smiled back shyly. “Don’t be nervous, I’m sure you will pick up on this quickly.” He said this so surely.
“It’s no clarinet.” I said running my fingers over on the sleek black keys.
“No, but you have it in you. If you can play the clarinet so beautifully, I’m sure this will be no problem. It’s not played the same, but….uh….you have a great musical ability.” And it happened again, my eyes met his and I was stuck. He made me feel relaxed and so sure that I could do this. His comment made me blush and well up inside.
Smiling, I said back, “Thanks…I-I’m willing to try.”
He grinned, “Good, have a seat.” He patted the bench for me to sit next to him. Feeling jittery, I took my place next to him.
He took a deep breath, “Okay,” and exhaled. “Your right hand is going to play the melody; on the music it’s the treble clef. Your left hand plays bass clef.” Next he walked me through what fingerings were what notes. So far so good….
“Good so far?”
I nodded, “Yep.”
“Told you it’s not so hard.” I laughed. “Okay, I guess we can start off with you playing some short songs with your right hand then left. Then we can get you playing with both hands.”
“Kay.”
He pulled out a beginner’s book for piano and had me play songs like Merry Had A Little Lamb. It wasn’t that hard, even playing with my left hand. “You have good rhythm.” He smiled; I blushed. “Thanks.” The first one I played with both hands was Frere Jacques. Playing two separate things, the chords and melody wasn’t all that hard. I only messed up the first two times.
He nudged me with his shoulder, “See you can do it. You’re picking up on this fast.” My grin widened. Mr. Parker glanced at the clock, “Well, I better let you get home. It’s 4:15. When do you want to have lessons?”
“Every day after school?”
“That works for me.” He patted my shoulder. “You have fun?”
“Actually….yes.”
“I’m glad.” We both stood up. “See you in the morning, Zachary.”
Something caught in my throat, “Okay.” I gathered my stuff up and got my clarinet out of the cabinet.
“Bye.” He smiled, and I’m pretty sure my eyes were gleaming. “Bye bye.” I turned and walked quickly out of the room and out to my car.
I got home close to 4:30. “You’re home a little late.” My mom was in the kitchen doing dishes with my 13 year old sister. “Yeah, stayed after for band.”
“Oh?” Mom questioned.
“Piano lessons.”
“So, you like the new teacher?”
“Yeah.” I ran up to my room, not wanting to carry on a conversation. I set my stuff on my desk and flopped out onto my bed. ‘Today was…..good.’
Yaoi-Freak1990 – Hey, I finally got the next chapter up!! Yay!! Sorry it took so long and that this chapter is so short. I’m sooo busy. I was waiting until I learned piano and I’m taking a class this year. So, yeah. I’m working on all my stories! So look for them! Thanks for being so patient!