Phoenix
"No babe, put your hand here.", Dal chuckled as he taught me how to hold a bass.
I had already mastered the notes, now I just needed to learn how to position it.
"So, like this?", I asked.
He nodded.
"And one, two, one, two, three, four!", he called.
I began to play the bass part of The Phoenix.
I finished it as Dal clapped.
"Thank you, thank you very much.", I said, in an Elvis voice.
"You're really good at that.", Dal smiled.
"Well thank you, Elvis.", I blushed.
"You're very welcome, Priscilla.", he replied.
"Ready for me to teach you how to play piano?", I asked.
"Am I ever.", he replied, running over to the piano in the corner of the living room.
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I began to play 'The Entertainer' as Dal carefully watched where my hands were placed.
"How did you-", he started.
"10 years of practice pays off.", I smiled.
He began to do it, playing sour notes here and there.
"Can you do the nice flourished ending for me?", he asked.
I played the end and stepped away from the piano.
"Read the notes. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go lay down.", I said.
"Phee! Come back!", he called.
I just ignored him as I went to our room to watch tv.
I eventually went to go check on him, and he was a pro.
We spent the rest of the night going back and forth about how piano is better than bass.
Call us kids, but that was a serious conversation.
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the phoenix • {dallon weekes}
FanfictionREVISING Phoenix Anne Wentz. Fresh out of college, a musician in the works, a single 24 year old. Dallon James Weekes. Fresh out of a divorce, a bassist of one of the biggest alternative bands of the 2010's, a single 32 year old. All it took was a...
