New Beginning

Chapter 8

I woke up to the sound of my alarm. I lazily got up and checked the time. "10:30... Ugh." I was absolutely not a morning person and having a sleeping schedule that involved phone calls at around two in the morning was really not helping out my case.

I got dressed and went about my usual breakfast routine that now consisted of having a bowl of oatmeal and a huge mug of tea.  The one thing I did, however, appreciate about our home was the serenity found in the mornings, the quiet calmness of our neighborhood. I loved being able to just sit and write carelessly in my personal journal.

Once I washed my dishes I gathered my things for yet another exhausting search for a guitar instructor. The meetings seemed endless, and for that reason I had decided to treat myself to a shopping trip for a good quality camera afterwards. As I carefully walked out of the house I noticed Andy in his driveway along with his parents. I waved as our eyes met and said good morning

"Hey, so please tell me you have the afternoon off," Andy whispered as he came to where I was.

"Well you might just be in luck. My meetings end around 12:20, and after a little trip to the shops nearby I will have all the free time in the world."

"Great. How about this, I pick you up after your meetings so we can go to the shops together?"

I nodded. "Sure and after.. "

"It's a surprise. You have to wait and see"

"Okay dork, but it better not get me arrested," I said with all seriousness.

"Hey! Do you really think I could be so malicious as to get us arrested?"

My only response was an amused look on my face.

"I will have you know I received a diploma of recognition for my good behavior in kindergarten," he said, crossing his arms as if this could somehow convince me to think better of his surprise.

"Right, and what about the school years to come?"

He stayed silent and I simply giggled.

"Andy, come on. If you keep talking I'll have to sew your mouth shut," Chris yelled jokingly.

"Give me a minute," Andy replied before turning back to me. "Call me as soon as your meetings are done, okay?"

"Okay, okay dork. Go or else you'll lose your ability to talk, and we know how much you love to  blab," I said as I lightly tapped his jaw.

"Funny," he said as his nose scrunched, "but hey at least I'll resemble Billy Butcherson except, you know, more alive and ten times hotter."

"Andy!"

"...Oh, he's yelling. Better go dead boy."

After I waved my goodbyes to the Biersacks I went on my way downtown. I would usually drive, but since my car stayed back home it seemed like walking  would be my only form of transportation. After about a 20 minute walk I had arrived at a music shop. It was a bit old looking and what some would describe as vintage and rugged. I could see an "Open" sign flashing red and blue by the primary window, and on display was an array of instruments. The door opened with the ring of a bell marking my entrance to the store and immediately an older looking man summoned himself from what I concluded to be his office to greet me. He asked for my name and after giving it to him, he smiled and informed me that he was the instructor and that our meeting would be in the studio located towards the back of the store. As we made our way to the studio I was able to meet his lovely wife, who had nothing but great things to say about how he stilled played as if he were a twenty-year-old who had nothing but passion and talent for playing the guitar. As we entered the studio we sat opposite of each other and went to work.