Who's That Weird Piano Boy?

Music Lessons

I don't remember much about my music lessons. My mom was very persistent about me having to have the ability to play instruments. It was strange...

I can't play most instruments, maybe Guitar if I could strum with my fucked up hand.

Louis and I walk down the hall and towards the music room. We enter and he shuts the door behind us.

"So...What do you wanna do?" I ask.

"I need help tuning my piano, it's way easier with two people." He says, smiling.

"Alrighty." I say, sitting down on the bench. He begins adjusting some strings.

"Okay play the A key." He says.

"Which one is the A key?" I ask, confused.

" Y'know, the A key, next to the G key. " He says. He points at a key.

I press it.

"Okay that sounds way better... Now blow on the strings." He says.

" What? " I ask.

" Cooling the strings sets them in Harmony. " He says, smiling.

I roll my eyes and lean forward, blowing on them. I sit back down. He sits next to me. 

"Great... blowing the strings did nothing... probably since that's not part of the tuning process. Well, it probably did on a molecular level." He says.  I wish I was blowing something else. WOAH WOAH WOAH WHAT?!?!?? No. Nuh uh. Absolutely not. You foul creature.

"But it was funny!" He adds. I giggle.

"You are super cute... " I say.

"Oh... Wow. Yay?" He says. I smile at him. He has a strange look on his face.

"Are you alright?" I ask, worried.

"No... Kinda. I dunno. That explosion could've drawn raiders... " He says. " I'm worried they'll find us. " 

"There are raiders around here?" I ask.

" Now there is! " He says, upset.

...

"I need to leave." I say.

"Clem-" He says.

" No! I'm not dealing with that again. " I say, standing up.

" Please... Stay." He pauses " For me?"

I sigh and sit back down. If I have to go through any of that bullshit again, I'm pulling a Kenny on the first person I see.... I just need a crowbar.

"What do you mean, again?" He asks.

"Some bastard kidnapped us and he's the reason a lot of my friends are dead now." I say.

" Oh... " He says 

"Yeah.... " I respond.

....

"Can you uhm... Play a song?" I ask. He smiles.

" I was hoping you'd ask." He says, excited. He puts his fingers on the keys and plays a short song.

I sit listening. I'm so tired, I dunno how much longer I can carry a conversation with him... The music soon stops.

"So... opinion?" He asks.

"Lovely, what's it called?" I ask.

"It doesn't have a name actually... I wrote it." He answers. " That's the first time played all the way through! We should mark the occasion. " He says, pulling out a switchblade.