Strings Attached

~PROLOGUE~

Dedicated to @awwthentic for the amazing cover

The song is the one the guy sings in the chapter

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Manchester, England

(Daniyal Hasan)

Damn! I missed it. I should have come a bit more quietly. Raised the alarm too early! Before I could see how she looks like, the girl put her hand over the area beneath her eyes. At least, now I know that she is somewhat fair in complexion. Am I seeing her hands shaking or is it my own fancy? Oh! Well. It doesn't imply anything, I guess.

I shouldn't be jumping to conclusions. I didn't know she takes music lessons, by the way. Maybe she isn't a regular student. But if the music I heard was her playing the piano, it was certainly beautiful. I wonder what she looks like... Why does my chain of thought always end up there? I guess for once, I have no idea.

"You are exactly forty five minutes late, Mr. Hasan. I wouldn't tolerate this kind of tardiness," Mrs. Judy says sternly. She can never be angry with me, I know that. I even saw a hint of a smile on her lips just now. But, I decide to play along.

Throwing a glance at the girl, to see her reaction to that, I casually reply to my music teacher, "Yeah, I had things... to do and I thought I was due at twelve, so I'm early, right?"

I'm really pissed off today. Had a row with dad yesterday, yet again. And I totally forgot about my class today. I guess I was too much drunk last night, and the girl beside me, instead of making me feel better, was making it worse than ever. 

And now, this irritating specimen of a girl is maddening the hell outta me! I've been dying to get a reaction out of her since the last one month, but she has betrayed none. Is she made of stone or something? She has her veil called naqab or something, covered over her face now. Sh**, no chance to see what lies behind it.

'You've gotta rack your brains Dan, or you'll have to part with those thousand bucks you earned from your last gig at the 'Planet of Guitars'.' Yeah, I know I'm the only son of a millionaire, but I can't afford to throw my money. And my pals know that. Ba*tards!

I pass my teacher one of my most charming smiles in spite of my anger, which disarms her further and she quickly loses her cold look. "Well, you can be disillusioned about the time all you want, I don't care. But I won't make any changes in my schedule due to that. Wait for fifteen minutes and then we'll start, alright. You can sit over there," she replies, pointing to a chair on the far corner of the room. "And don't disturb."

"You're a dear," I tell her winking and pulling out a chair, I draw it close to the piano and sit down. Staring at the girl once again to see her response to that, I am quite satisfied to see her trying to increase the distance between us.

I haven't been able to size her up as yet. I can't figure out her character. What's actually killing me is the fact that I haven't been able to put her in any of my categories for girls. Some girls show-off when I'm around, some watch my every move with their nerdy glasses on, and some others are just cool with me, in a weird way. But, I've never come across anyone who gives me no reaction..........until now.

"Whenever you play any instrument, you just have to keep yourself relaxed and focused. And you, my dear, are lacking both at the moment. You pressed some notes for far too long, and I think that in the end, you pressed some wrong keys, so that you lost your rhythm. I don't blame you by the way, because you were doing great before we had an intervention," Mrs. Judy tells her, eyeing me from behind her glasses. I just wink at her and she immediately returns her attention towards her student. She's such a sweet old puss. And I love to tease her.