His Personal Assistant

Chapter 5: Mother's Thoughtful Gift.

"Do you..., play the guitar?" Austyn asked hesitantly. Rogan looks up at Austyn in shock "Wh-... why do you ask?" Rogan asked. "Oh I just noticed a guitar that's sitting next to the bookshelves, that's why I'm asking." Austyn replies, hiding the fact that he learned Rogan was into music from Silva. "Well.. I- yeah I do play the guitar... but it's been long since the last time I played the Guitar." Rogan answered, his eyes going back to the paperwork on his desk. "I have a storage room here in my office, it's where I put all my guitars and speakers, everything related to music." He explained.

Austyn looked around the office and noticed a metal door hidden within the bookshelves, he assumed that this was the storage room Rogan is talking about. "May I visit this storage?" Austyn asked. "For what reason?" Rogan asked out of curiosity. "Just wanna check it out, I promise." Austyn replied, he watched as Rogan grabbed a key from his drawer and handed it to Austyn. "Thank you." Austyn thanks Rogan as he receives the key, he walks over to the door and unlocks it. "Woah." Austyn says in shock at how the room looked, he expected it to have a lot of junk and dust but surprisingly it was organized and clean, there were a couple of wires, guitars, and large speakers that almost touched the ceiling. 

Austyn bit his bottom lip as he smirked, thinking of playing one without Rogan's permission, it was his thoughts only, until his hands had a mind of their own. He reached for a guitar and sat on one of the stool chairs, he adjusted the strings and checked each one's sound, then he grabs one of the wires and connects it from the guitar to one of the speakers. he noticed guitar picks next to the collection of guitars and grabbed one. 

Finally, taking a deep breath he started playing a song he knew in his head, from the moment he heard the music coming out of the guitar he couldn't help but feel joy and satisfaction, his eyes closed and his head was thrown back with a wide smile on his face while his fingers played the guitar with the pick, perfectly with no mistakes, creating a beautiful melody that filled the whole storage. "Ah, yes, this is just what I needed!" Austyn says in satisfaction. 

A couple of minutes later he finished playing, opening his eyes to find Rogan leaning against the door frame, his hands in his pant's pockets. "Roga- I mean Mr.Clifton... I- I apologi-" Austyn spoke until he saw Rogan smiling, he gives Austyn an applause "Well done, You're a natural." He says calmly before walking in his direction "This..., this was my mother's gift to me." he says as he touches the guitar Austyn was playing. "She believed in me when no one else did..." Rogan continued, he looked sad as he reminisced the day.

"Why don't you play something then!" Austyn says as he hands the guitar to Rogan. "Oh! uhhh- No.., No, It's been way too long." Rogan declined as he puts his palms up. "Oh please, don't be a pussy!" Austyn says as he pushes Rogan to sit on the stool chair "Here." Austyn hands the guitar to Rogan, he sighs as he takes the guitar from Austyn and takes his favorite guitar pick which was hung on the collection of 'favorite picks' "Any songs you'd like me to play?" Rogan asked Austyn who was excitedly watching Rogan. 

"Anything!!" Austyn says making Rogan chuckle "Close the door then, it's gonna get loud." He told Austyn, he closes the door and sits back on one of the stool chairs to watch. Rogan gets off his chair and moves it aside, placing the guitar on the table. He glances over at Austyn and took a moment to think, it confused Austyn. "what?" He asked. "I can't play the guitar in this blazer, it's uncomfortable, do you mind?" Rogan asked. "Oh, not at all!" Austyn replies, Rogan takes off his blazer and tossed it on the chair, Austyn noticed the muscles visible through his tight shirt "Do you workout?" Austyn asked, his eyes still stuck on Rogan's upper body.

"Ah yeah, every morning." replied Rogan, finally Rogan grabs his guitar and wears its straps around his shoulder, he organized the strings, before getting ready to play "Ready?" Rogan asked. "OH START PLAYING ALREADY!" Austyn shouts out of excitement. "Alright! Alright!" Rogan says before he slid the guitar pick against the strings, the memories of him playing guitar during high school times came back to him, he remembered the happiness he felt every time he played the guitar in his room. He takes a deep breath "Relax, you got this." Austyn tells Rogan with a lowkey smile.