𝕊𝕋𝕆ℝ𝕀𝔼𝕊 𝔽ℝ𝕆𝕄 𝔸 𝕎𝕆ℝ𝔻 ～ 𝘋𝘺𝘭𝘢𝘯 𝘖'𝘉𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯

40) Tweedle

Tweedle (verb) [tweed-l]
To lure by or as by music

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You removed your headphones from your ears and listening to the noise coming from the room at the end of the hallway. You were tempted to walk over even though you knew what the source was.

You got up and slowly walked to the room. You didn't want the person inside to know your were there. You peeked into the room, the sound of the loud instrument greater now, almost deafening.

You heard humming as he played the drums. You recognized the beat: Heathens by Twenty One Pilots. You love them so much.

He's so good, you thought.

You sneaked up behind him, a grin plastered on your face. You slowly covered his eyes with your hands and he slowed down his playing.

"Oh, who can this be?" He questioned, exaggerating his tone. You giggled. He sharply turned around and pulled you into his lap. He kissed your cheek and smiled. "Of course it's you. We both are the only people in this house," he said and you kissed him.

"I couldn't help myself. You play so well and I love Twenty One Pilots," You stated. "Oh, you recognized the song?" He smirked and you nodded.

Your boyfriend turned around. Now, both of you faced the drum set. He picked up the drum stickers that were placed on the snare and gave them to you. "I'm going to teach you how to play," Dylan says, chin resting on your shoulder.

"What? I'm no good at playing instruments," You say, making him frown. "You're amazing, [y/n]. I've secretly heard you play the piano and it was great," Dylan said and you fidgeted with your hands.

"I'm no good at playing OTHER instruments. The drum is too... Wild and energetic for me," You come up with an excuse and Dylan rolled his eyes.

"Well... Don't hesitate till you try it!" he said, "Look. I'll be right here and I'll  show you what to do. You know the parts of the drum kit right?" You nodded.

"That's the bass drum," you said as you pointed to the big round drum on the floor, "That's the snare, the toms, the ride and the high-hat." You continue pointing to the correct objects. Dylan smiled.

"Good job," He kissed you neck, making you tingly inside. "Now, you hit the cymbal on a four beat and I'll hit the bass on every first count," Dylan instructed. You started lightly hitting the cymbal with the drum stick in a four measure, 1-2-3-4.

Every time you'd come back to '1', Dylan hit the bass. It didn't sound like anything... Yet. You felt a bit excited.

"Okay good! Now, on every third I'll hit the snare drum. Then once we get the beat and tune, you can have a go," Dylan said and you nodded.

The playing began once again, this time it formed into a catchy beat. It was a drum beat that was pretty conventional.

You liked the sound of it and you increased your speed. Dylan smirked and hit the bass and snare quicker. He soon stopped playing and you did as well.

"Great! Now we know how it finally sounds like. You can try on your own now," Dylan says and starts to get up. You get up as well, confused and hesitant to play without his help.

He kissed your head, whispering that everything would be fine. You sighed and sat in the correct posture. "So, do exactly what we did. With the cymbal, you can start with the bass and then add the snare if you want," Dylan  suggested.

You wanted to try both together and challenge yourself a bit. You started the four count cymbal beat then added the bass and snare on every first and third measure, respectively.

At first it was slow but once you got the hang of it, you increased your speed. Your smile was uncontrollable when you started to play so smoothly.

"Yay, you got it! That's awesome!" Dylan cheered, you smiled. After a little bit, you stopped. "That's it?" Dylan asked. "Yeah, that's enough drumming for one day," You chuckled.

He kissed your head, "I'm so proud of you." You shut your eyes in comfort as he hugged you.

"So, when are you going to teach me piano, huh?"