Rock n' Roll Imagines

Guitar Lessons (Jimmy Page)

"Y/N!! Hurry, you'll miss the bus!" your Mum yelled from the stairs.

Snatching up your guitar case, you ran down the stairs. You pulled on a pair of black heeled boots and rushed out into the street. Today was the day! You were going to get your first guitar lesson. Your Mum had bought you an acoustic guitar as an early birthday present.

You stepped up to the bus stop and watched as the bus crawled up to you. You had been waiting for this day since Christmas when you first heard Led Zepplin's song 'Stairway to Heaven.' You had made a goal to be able to play that song by next Christmas. Your Mum thought it was too ambitious for a goal, but you had felt the musician's fire and motivation.

"Miss your ticket, please," the overally cranky bus driver barked, dragging you out of your thoughts.

"Oh uh, sorry, Here," you replied, holding out the ticket.

After about an hour, the bus pulled up the music school. Butterflies were now tearing through your body as you slowly walked up to the door. Taking one last deep breath, you swung the door open with as much courage as you could muster.

"Hello, there! How may I help you?" the secretary asked, smiling.

"Hi! I'm here for a guitar lesson," you said, stepping up to the desk.

"Your name, please."

"Y/N."

"Oh yes, here's your name. Please go to room two just down the hall," she said, pointing at the hallway.

You headed down the hallway and stepped up to room two. Timidly you rapped on the large grey door.

"Come in," a deep voice called out.

Turning the handle, you stepped into the room to see a tall figure facing the window.

"Um ... I'm here for my lesson, sir," you said, shyly watching your teacher.

"Ah, that's right," he said, turning to face you.

A gasp escaped your lips. "Oh my god! Your Jimmy Page!"

"Calm down, sweetie. You're going to bring the school down with your yelling," he said, chuckling.

"Oh, sorry."

"Don't worry about it. So your Y/N, right?"

"Yup, that's me," you said, giving an awkward wave. 'No! Why did I do that,' you thought, mentally facepalming.

"Okay, I have some sheet music here for the Beatles song 'While My Guitar Gently Weeps.' I got the simplified version."

You sat down on the chair across from Jimmy and pulled your guitar out.

"So, what's your experience with the guitar?"

"Um, none. Well, I know how to play a few chords, but that's all."

"Okay, let's try the G major chord," Jimmy said, demonstrating on his guitar.

After about 10 minutes of trying, you let out a frustrated sigh. "I'll never get this!"

"Hey, hey, have patience. Here let me show you."

Jimmy stood up and stepped behind you. Wrapping his arms around you, he gently grabbed your hands and placed your fingers in the proper position. You were blushing a deep red at the gentle touch of your favorite rockstar.

"Pay attention. It's all in the wrist, okay," your teacher said, bringing your figures across the strings. "Okay, you try on your own," he said, walking back to his chair.

You played the chord perfectly.

"That's it! Amazing," he praised, giving you an encouraging smile.

Time flew by so fast that both of you didn't even notice that you had gone way over time.

"Wow, okay, your lesson is done," Jimmy said, staring at his watch in disbelief.

"Oh no! I've missed my bus," you groaned, pulling your denim jacket on.

"Well, I could drive you. That's if you're okay with it," he offered, picking up both guitar cases.

"Yeah, sure! That would be awesome!" you answered, beaming up at your new teacher. 

Author's Note: Hey friends again! :) I hope you enjoyed this imagine. I'm having writer's block right now so any request will be really helpful.