Fairy Dust

Chapter 2

Photo of Leo ;)                                                                                                                                                                                                                       The music room is empty when I get there. I unlock the door and go to find my instruments. I have 2 hours of music practice before break, so I better hurry up. My cello is in it's usual place on the floor next to the piano, my guitar in the corner at the far right and my oboe on the shelf next to the door. I sigh, next to writing music is the only thing that can make me feel things in another way. I first go sit at the piano, it has always been my favorite. I start playing the first thing that pops into my head. I practice and practice, letting the notes just pour out of me until the buzzer beats to let me know I should move on to the next instrument. I play and play and play. The last to come is guitar, it is not that it is my least favorite, it's just I first need to harden my fingers before playing. I pick up my guitar, it feels familiar in my hands. I go sit on the piano chair and start playing all the popular songs. Somewhere along the line I start singing, not stopping to even catch my breath. I play my last notes. "You have a beautiful voice you know." A voice says, nearly making me jump out of my skin. I whip around. A boy about my age is standing in the door way with a guitar. Slung across his shoulder. "Who are you?" I ask, trying to hide my embarrassment. "My name is Leo." He says in an accent I just can't place. "I am American, I just moved here." Aaa... American. "Do you play?" I ask. "Well obviously, but what grade are you in... In music?" I stutter. "I am grade 7 in guitar and piano." I smile. "Me to." "I just also play thee oboe and the cello." "Mmm..." He mumbles. "Do you think we could practice together sometime?" He asks, almost hesitant. "Yeah sure, um I forgot to tell you my name, I am Terra." "I have like 9 minutes left, is there anything you want to play?" I ask. "Do you know Over you by Ingrid Michelson?" "Yeah, I do the piano, you the guitar." "Sure." He says, his face lit up. I sit at the piano, while he gets out his guitar. When we start playing I smile, but only for a short time, because I have to start singing. My voice fills the room. He starts singing at the exact right moment, making the sound glow. My smile grows and grows. I try to wipe the stupid grin of my face, but it is nearly impossible, I haven't played or sang like this in ages. Our sound grows and grows, until it feels like I am flying.