Sing To My Heart

Part 3: Start of it all

It was the first day of practice, and you can feel the energy. It was a mixture of passion, excitement, and nervousness. Buster hands everyone a piece of paper as he explains that you need to choose carefully about what song you'll sing. He hands you a piece of paper, but you don't really look at it since you already decided what song you were singing and how it was going to be performed. Buster then starts to guide everyone to the back where all the dressing rooms were. He tells Ms.Crawly to help settle them. He was then approached by Johnny, who was clearly confused by his list.

"Mr. Moon, for some reason, it says I should be playing the piano?"

"Ooh, now that's a fun idea."

Buster and Johnny, turn to see you approaching them with your guitar on her back.

"A big intimidating guy like you playing the piano. I'd pay to see it," you say in a bit of a teasing tone.

"But I haven't played the piano since I was a little kid," Johnny said in a worried tone.

"I can teach you," you said in a nonchalant tone.

Your proposal earned a confused look from Johnny and an excited look on Buster.

"Really, that would be amazing if you were to help him y/n," Buster said as he was already committed to the vision of Johnny on the piano.

"But don't you also have to practice your song," Johnny said in a concerned tone.

"I already decided which song I'm singing. So I can help if you want," you said as you crossed your arms.

Johnny was a bit nervous and felt bad that he was making you help him instead of practicing your own act. After all, this was a competition, but regardless, he really appreciated your offer. You both then head upstairs, but Buster stopped you before you did. He told you that you could stay late to practice if you liked since you'd be helping Johnny. You gladly took his offer since practicing in an actual dance room would be better than practicing in your small apartment.

You meet Johnny back upstairs to see a pretty old piano. You lifted the lid to see that keys were turning a bit yellow from how old the piano was. You play a quick melody to test the keys to see that they work and you are galded that they do. You sit at the bench and turn to face Johnny, who is still standing awkwardly at the doorway, not entirely sure what to do.

"Alright here. Let's start off by seeing what you remember."

You pat the space next to you on the bench, and he takes the seat next to you. He looks at you, and you just pacientially wait for him to play something. He then hesitantly plays the F key thinking it's B. You let out a laugh, and he gets a bit red from embarrassment. You gently grab his hand and move it one key over to correctly play the B key. He was clearly nervous and unsure of his ability to learn. You give his hand a gentle squeeze, catching his attention. He turns to look at you.

"Relax, big guy. You got this. We just gotta take it slow, and I'm sure you'll be great. Practice makes perfect, after all."

You give a reassuring smile, and he gives a soft one in return as he nods his head. You move your hand from his and rub his back to hopefully help him relax a little bit. You then grab his list and ask him which song he is going to pick so they could practice after going over the basics of the piano.

He was clearly unsure about which one to pick. Since this pick could decide whether or not he wins the prize. The lights then suddenly went out, and you jumped a little bit from the sudden loss of light. Johnny grabs your shoulders and looks around confused. You both head down, and everyone else comes to see what was going on. 

"The lights are out," Johnny exclaimed.

"Wait, what happened," Rosita asked.

"Is this part of the competition," Gunter asked.