Miss.SunFlower
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Amy checked her watch with an exasperated sigh. It was 12:15. Keith had said noon, hadn’t he? So she was only a few minutes late.
So why on earth wasn’t he answering his door?
In annoyance she knocked again and again. Nothing. Had he gone out somewhere? Should she wait and see if he came back? She wasn’t sure she had the patience for that. She sighed and went to bang the door when something caught her ear.
It took her a moment, but finally it hit her. Music. Guitar. She could hear it inside. He must be playing, she thought. Laughing, she shook her head. He probably couldn’t hear a thing. She banged again anyways, just for the heck of it.
When that did nothing she took out her cell phone, “Hopefully he’ll hear this.” She mumbled to herself as it rang.
“Hello?”
“Keith, it’s Amy. Been here about 20 minutes, would you let me in?” She was trying to sound scolding but her laughter got in the way.
He began to laugh as well.
“What?” She asked.
“The door’s open, Amy.” He laughed.
She reached at the doorknob and turned it. Lo and behold, the door opened. Brilliant. She laughed and dropped her head into her hands.
“’Kay.” She said, “Be in soon.”
She had hardly made it through the entryway before he hugged her, still laughing. She blushed, caught completely by surprise. The hug was tighter, longer, than any time he’d hugged her before. He acted like it had been ages since he’d seen her.
She sighed, dropped whatever restraint she still had and gave him a tight squeeze back. “Nice to see you too, Keith.” She laughed.
Letting her go he beamed, “I’m glad you came.”
Blushing deeper she replied, “We did plan this, you can stop sounding surprised.”
“Wasn’t sure you’d make it…” He admitted.
Amy blushed again, “Well, I did.” She said awkwardly.
“That you did. That’s why I’m glad.”
Silence.
“So, you were playing guitar I heard. When I was trying to knock,” She added.
It was his turn to blush a bit, “Sorry I didn’t hear you.”
“It’s nothing. So what were you playing?”
He laughed, “Oh, you know… nothin’ really.”
“Didn’t sound like nothing. It sounded really good, what was it?”
“Just some stuff I’m working out for maybe another song. Not sure yet. You liked it?”
Her jaw had slowly dropped as he explained, “You mean you wrote that?” She knew people wrote music but she’d never met anyone who did.
His laughter grew, “Aye, yeah, I write me own songs and music. Ryan never told you that?”
“No! My gosh, that’s incredible!”
“It just sort of comes natural to me, writing. Just as easily as playing.” He explained as a sort of off-hand thing, “Speaking of, you said you were looking to learn, didn’t ya?”
Amy nodded, “I can do a bit by ear already, but nothing near as wonderful as you.”
He beamed at her, “Thanks. But might as well not start teachin’ you until I see what you already know. This way.” Taking her hand he led her to a room of his apartment.
Amy laughed the moment he opened the door to the room.
“Welcome to my office.” Keith winked.
The room was small, quite messy, and filled with guitars. There had to be at least 10 in the place. A piano sat in a corner and sheets of paper scrawled with words and music notes scattered the ground.
“Your office, indeed.” She laughed, “Very you.”
“Should I take that as a compliment?” He teased.
“You should.”
Laughing, he let go of where he was STILL holding her hand, to grab a guitar from where it lay on the ground.
“Here.” He smiled, handing it to her, “Play something.”
“What.”
He laughed, “Anything. You said you could do a bit by ear. So whatever you’d like.”
She blushed, took a deep breath and began to strum the first tune that same to mind. She surprised herself by how good it sounded, though she hadn’t played it in years.
It didn’t have a real ending so she just slowed it down to a stop.
“There ya go.” She said simply.
Keith was grinning, “You wrote that.”
Her face went a ripe red, “H-How did you know?”
“Somethin’ about how you played it, it’s kinda improvised, like you were making it up as you went along. People don’t get that unless they are playing a song they wrote.” He explained.
She sighed, as her face slowly cooled, “I can’t quite say I wrote it. As the notes have never hit paper before. The made-up tune has been in my head for as long as I can remember, though. I could probably play it on any instrument in the world, even if it was my first time playing.” She gestured to the guitar, “Like I couldn’t tell you what notes I’d just been playing, or anything. I just know the song.”
He laughed now, “Does your song have a title.”
She shook her head, “I don’t really think so. Ryan always teased that it was basically ‘me’ in the form of a song.”
He cocked his head looking at her, “I can see that.” He said, laughing.
“Can you?”
Taking the guitar from her he grinned, “Sure can.” He then began a song that sounded a little like her own but not quite.
She laughed, “You’re getting it wrong.”
“What am I doing?” He asked, laughing as well.
Part of her was ready to show him what he was doing wrong, but she snapped out of it, “Aren’t I the one here to get guitar lessons?” She asked, “I can’t even tell you what you’re doing wrong if I don’t know the note names!”
His laughter grew, “Right, right okay! We’ll get you started on that. But one thing,”
“What?”
“After I’ve taught you a thing or two about this, I want to learn that song, okay?”
She blushed but nodded, she’d never dreamed of anyone even liking her song, much less wanting to learn it. “Alright, promise.” She giggled.
And so Guitar lessons began.
So why on earth wasn’t he answering his door?
In annoyance she knocked again and again. Nothing. Had he gone out somewhere? Should she wait and see if he came back? She wasn’t sure she had the patience for that. She sighed and went to bang the door when something caught her ear.
It took her a moment, but finally it hit her. Music. Guitar. She could hear it inside. He must be playing, she thought. Laughing, she shook her head. He probably couldn’t hear a thing. She banged again anyways, just for the heck of it.
When that did nothing she took out her cell phone, “Hopefully he’ll hear this.” She mumbled to herself as it rang.
“Hello?”
“Keith, it’s Amy. Been here about 20 minutes, would you let me in?” She was trying to sound scolding but her laughter got in the way.
He began to laugh as well.
“What?” She asked.
“The door’s open, Amy.” He laughed.
She reached at the doorknob and turned it. Lo and behold, the door opened. Brilliant. She laughed and dropped her head into her hands.
“’Kay.” She said, “Be in soon.”
She had hardly made it through the entryway before he hugged her, still laughing. She blushed, caught completely by surprise. The hug was tighter, longer, than any time he’d hugged her before. He acted like it had been ages since he’d seen her.
She sighed, dropped whatever restraint she still had and gave him a tight squeeze back. “Nice to see you too, Keith.” She laughed.
Letting her go he beamed, “I’m glad you came.”
Blushing deeper she replied, “We did plan this, you can stop sounding surprised.”
“Wasn’t sure you’d make it…” He admitted.
Amy blushed again, “Well, I did.” She said awkwardly.
“That you did. That’s why I’m glad.”
Silence.
“So, you were playing guitar I heard. When I was trying to knock,” She added.
It was his turn to blush a bit, “Sorry I didn’t hear you.”
“It’s nothing. So what were you playing?”
He laughed, “Oh, you know… nothin’ really.”
“Didn’t sound like nothing. It sounded really good, what was it?”
“Just some stuff I’m working out for maybe another song. Not sure yet. You liked it?”
Her jaw had slowly dropped as he explained, “You mean you wrote that?” She knew people wrote music but she’d never met anyone who did.
His laughter grew, “Aye, yeah, I write me own songs and music. Ryan never told you that?”
“No! My gosh, that’s incredible!”
“It just sort of comes natural to me, writing. Just as easily as playing.” He explained as a sort of off-hand thing, “Speaking of, you said you were looking to learn, didn’t ya?”
Amy nodded, “I can do a bit by ear already, but nothing near as wonderful as you.”
He beamed at her, “Thanks. But might as well not start teachin’ you until I see what you already know. This way.” Taking her hand he led her to a room of his apartment.
Amy laughed the moment he opened the door to the room.
“Welcome to my office.” Keith winked.
The room was small, quite messy, and filled with guitars. There had to be at least 10 in the place. A piano sat in a corner and sheets of paper scrawled with words and music notes scattered the ground.
“Your office, indeed.” She laughed, “Very you.”
“Should I take that as a compliment?” He teased.
“You should.”
Laughing, he let go of where he was STILL holding her hand, to grab a guitar from where it lay on the ground.
“Here.” He smiled, handing it to her, “Play something.”
“What.”
He laughed, “Anything. You said you could do a bit by ear. So whatever you’d like.”
She blushed, took a deep breath and began to strum the first tune that same to mind. She surprised herself by how good it sounded, though she hadn’t played it in years.
It didn’t have a real ending so she just slowed it down to a stop.
“There ya go.” She said simply.
Keith was grinning, “You wrote that.”
Her face went a ripe red, “H-How did you know?”
“Somethin’ about how you played it, it’s kinda improvised, like you were making it up as you went along. People don’t get that unless they are playing a song they wrote.” He explained.
She sighed, as her face slowly cooled, “I can’t quite say I wrote it. As the notes have never hit paper before. The made-up tune has been in my head for as long as I can remember, though. I could probably play it on any instrument in the world, even if it was my first time playing.” She gestured to the guitar, “Like I couldn’t tell you what notes I’d just been playing, or anything. I just know the song.”
He laughed now, “Does your song have a title.”
She shook her head, “I don’t really think so. Ryan always teased that it was basically ‘me’ in the form of a song.”
He cocked his head looking at her, “I can see that.” He said, laughing.
“Can you?”
Taking the guitar from her he grinned, “Sure can.” He then began a song that sounded a little like her own but not quite.
She laughed, “You’re getting it wrong.”
“What am I doing?” He asked, laughing as well.
Part of her was ready to show him what he was doing wrong, but she snapped out of it, “Aren’t I the one here to get guitar lessons?” She asked, “I can’t even tell you what you’re doing wrong if I don’t know the note names!”
His laughter grew, “Right, right okay! We’ll get you started on that. But one thing,”
“What?”
“After I’ve taught you a thing or two about this, I want to learn that song, okay?”
She blushed but nodded, she’d never dreamed of anyone even liking her song, much less wanting to learn it. “Alright, promise.” She giggled.
And so Guitar lessons began.
