" Okay you can do this, its simply a C,Em and quick change to F. Nothing to difficult. I know you can do it" I can still hear here his voice replaying in ny head in an encouragingly. There is no way Im going to be able to do this without his help.
Okay so C. Okay Kim that was okay now switch to Em after two more strums, good now change to C after two strums ... and I've screwed up, what a surprise.
'Ringg Ringg' I hear the bell go off and I quickly pack up all my sheets of music and put my guitar carefully back in its case. I hide my guitar back in the supplies closet at the back of the practise room.
I come to the practise any and every chance I get. Brakes, lunches, free classes, even for a while before school starts. Im determined to teach myself the rest of what my uncle was teaching me and become perfect.
I toss my bag on my back and make my way to my first class before Im late again. As I go by the classrooms I casually look at myself in the windows. I wouldn't say im the ugliest person in the world, but I was no where near in the running for the prettiest.
My brown hair goes just past my mid back and is dead straight, which I hate. I have brown eyes, I know boring but there is no way I can describe my eyes as the soul of the earth if they are just a dark brown. Nothing special about my height either I'm 5'4 so Im pretty small compared to the walking green giants roaming my schools halls.
Then they complain about being short, I think not my tall ass friends. Well not friends I dont really speak to half of them. Mostly because I don't like them and partially because they are so tall I would have to jump in the air trying to get there attention and when I get it , I'll have to roar in there ear for them to hear me from all the way up there. That might be an exaggeration but that what it feels like.
Oh look I'm late. Thats just great. The worst thing in the world is walking into a classroom late. Only because you walk in, you receive the gawks off of everyone that is in the classroom, I mean they look at you like you have stolen someone's child or something. Then there is the horror of having to explain why your late. I am a very bad person for telling lies I rearly ever tell the teacher the real reason why I'm late, well I can't really tell them why I'm late cause there is never a proper good reason. So I'll make up stupid shit and be like thats why I'm two minutes late for class.
I walk into the class to be greeted by all the eyes in the classroom. I felt like waving and savoring the attention I got which lasted for like five seconds before people went back to talking to each other or taking down notes.
"Ms.Black you're late again, care to explain why?" Here we go. Let me introduce you all to the one ,the only Ms.whats her face. I honestly didn't make it a huge priority to remember her name so I have no clue what to call her. I usually just call her miss.
"Not really miss" wait for it
"...Darling that wasn't me giving you a choice, just answere the question please" and this is why I didn't bother to learn her name because she never learned mine. That is what I call rude.
"What was the question again?" I could hear a few giggles coming from the students behind me. The look on
Miss what evers face was priceless, and the vain popping out of her head was making it twice as better.
"I asked you why you were late"
Let's play with you a bit more
"Well funny story actually..."
"I don't want a funny story, I want a reason for your coming in late in my class this morning" did she just interrupt me, oh I think she she did
"Tut, tut, tut very rude to interrupt people. You might want to snap out of that its a very bad habit to have" I chuckle to myself whilst watching her face grow red
"Anyways I'm late because I was on the way to school and it was raining as you could hopefully see and I had my umbrella up. Whilst I was walking a gigantic hurricane like breeze came and lifted me of my feet and flew me into a forest a bit like Narnia now that I've mention it, so I was left walking back from Narnia basically. That is why I am six minutes late for your class" okay I can literally see the steam coming from her ears right now and the giggles from the other kids have become full blown fits of laughter
"Just sit down and take down the notes on the board, NOW" I can officially say I'm deaf now. I sit down take out my copy and start taking the notes down. Its half an hour later and class is over in three minutes so I decide to make the teachers day by putting my hand up.
"Yes, you" and she points at you, again rude
"Miss I was only messing with ye I was in the toilet" the anger that crosses her face was unbelievable. Thank God for the bell ringing or I would be in some deep shit.
The rest of this mornings class's go by fast and I find myself back up in the practise room with my ham and cheese panini for lunch which tastes like heaven btw. I go to the closet and take out my guitar and place it on the table carefully. I pull the guitar from its case and place it on my lap. I take out my guitar tuner and make sure every string is in the right key. I take out my music sheets and place them nice and neatly in front of me.
I start practicing again with the little skills I've got still not making much progress. I have finished my lunch and am ready to smash this guitar against a a ... I don't know, a a bus. I lean my guitar against the table beside me and place my hand on my head. Gripping my hair I let out a frustrated sigh.
"You're holding it wrong"
"Well I didn't know there was a certain way to hold a guitar now did I. Wait a second, since when do I sound like a boy. Am I hearing things" I look around not seeing anyone. I look behind me ,clearly not prepared for the fright of my life. My reactions to seeing Aiden Reed the biggest so call play of the school behind me with a huge smirk on his face was not a wise one. I done this sort of ninja role slash belly flop kind of motion to the ground with a thump. Im pretty sure I broke the floor. That wasn't even the worst part. The worst part was the guitar fell after me and so did my music so I got a guitar to the head and all my perfectly organized music sheets all over the floor.
"I was not expecting that" Asher says with a big grin on his face
"Well that makes both of us" I can't believe that just happened
"Here have you been trying to teach yourself guitar?" Out of everything that just happened he didn't laugh he just asks about the guitar. That takes some guts alright.
"Ye, something like that"
"You kind of looked like you were struggling" No way
"Thats probably because I kind of am" he chuckled at that, he didn't take it to seriously which Im glad for. It was more of a jokey thing anyways
"Do you not have a teacher?"
"I did" god I really don't want to get into this I can already feel my eyes going glassy
"Where are they?"
"He had to go away for a while" I think he got the hint when I felt my eyes start to water. I blink all the memories away and take a breath.
"Is there a reason you came in here and caused my minor heart attack?"
"Actually there was"
"Okay ..... so" is he gonna tell me
"Oh ye, I came in here just to take a call but I saw you here struggling and I decided Im going to propose a deal" well this escalated quickly
"Well whats the deal?"
"Im gonna teach you how to play guitar" what?
"Okay, so whats the catch. What are you getting out of this?"
"If I show you how to play guitar, I need you to coach me"
Wait now I'm confused
"Why do you need me to coach you?"
"Well you used to be in a running club so I'm assuming your very fit am I correct"
"Sure..so"
"I need you to basically come with me five days a week for two and a half hours and make me do exercises, laps, go to the gym exetra and in exchange I will show you how to play like a pro"
Well this is odd and extremely out of the blue. Well I do really want to learn and take on from what my uncle thought me, but then I would have to train Aiden Reed for two and a half hours almost everyday.
"So what do you say Black you in?"
Im probably gonna regret this but I need to do this for me and what harm would helping someone else out with training do to me. Here goes nothing
"Okay, deal"
YOU ARE READING
Broken Strings
Teen Fiction"All you need to do is place your pointer finger here, your middle finger here and your ring finger there and gently strum" I follow his instructions and as suspected the G chords sound smoothly fills the practice room. Why Aiden Reed was helping m...
