Academy of the Artists

Never Planned on being a Teacher

This is another boring and crappy chapter but you know. I can't write anything good. It's like really detailed and stuff in my head but I can't word it right so yeah... Enjoy!

I awoke with a start very early Monday morning. Reiner was making a lot of noise with some symbols, which are those brass plate things that make a lot of noise. I had been forced to stay in bed Saturday and Sunday to my dissatisfaction. Reiner had said that I had a cold, which was true, and that I didn't need to get out and get even more sick.

I was glad that he cared, but that meant I couldn't go practice or anything. He barely let me leave my bed to use the bathroom. The good thing was that everything was fine between us again. That was the only reason I didn't complain as much as I wanted to because of the fear of starting another fight while we were still on fragile ground.

Back to the loud noises. I squinted at him and glared at him the most menacing glare I could muster after just waking up. He kept on hitting the damn things together and I threw three pillows at him one after another and they hit surprisingly hard. Well, at least hard enough to get him to stop.

"Well you're a nice person this morning." He smirked and put his god forsaken noise makers down. I sat up and rubbed my eye with the heel of my hand.

"You have no room to talk. Have you ever tried to wake someone like you up? It's not exactly rainbows and unicorns." I stated and he snorted. It wasn't fair at how fresh he could look this early in the morning. "And why the actual FUCK did you wake me up at fucking six-thirty?" I asked after I looked at the clock. He laughed again. Apparently I'm amusing to him.

"Well I need to go work on my music in the auditorium, but I needed someone to come with me to tell me if it sounds good or not." He explained. I just blankly looked at him. There wasn't much I could say, but what could be said is exactly what I said.

"So you woke me up at the crack of dawn to go work on music for the recital." I stated rather than asked. He shrugged and then nodded. I sighed and went to put some clothes on. I didn't feel like putting effort into how I looked so I just put some jeans and a t-shirt on. I knew it was still cold outside so I slipped a jacket on as well and grabbed my bag.

We left without another word and walked to the auditorium, or the dancing arts department. We walked to the front of the stage and he went up the steps. I threw my bag down on the first seat and flopped down in the one next to it. I slouched and let my long legs straighten out all the way so I would be comfortable.

We sat there for a good hour in silence while he worked on his music. I didn't think he needed to do anything else with it since it sounded so good, but I guess since I don't know anything about music I can't say much. Finally, Reiner said something.

"Krista pointed something out to me the other day." He said and I grunted in response. "She said that it was quite humorous that I was writing music for a dance recital, but I haven't got the slightest clue about how to dance." I chuckled at that.

"Do you even know how to waltz, Reiner?" I asked, getting up from my seat and stretching while walking up the steps to the stage. He shook his head no and smiled nervously. "Shame Reiner, shame. Most everyone should know at least that much." I said as I leaned on the piano he was sitting at.

"It's not my fault that no one has ever taught me how. I'm a musician, not a dancer." He defended and I laughed at him trying to make himself look better.

"Here, I'll show you what that male's part of a waltz is. Play me something slow but not too slow." I told him and he nodded. I help my arms out as if there were a girl dancing with me. The piano began softly as he watched my moves. "Now, your left hand will rest on her waist, and your right hand will interlock with hers." I explained and he nodded.