Chapter 8
Looking over my class schedule I proceeded to feel overwhelmed, very overwhelmed. Why did I agree to take AP classes for Math, English and Science? I didn’t even like science. When I had to sign up for classes over the summer the counselor asked me what I was thinking about taking in college. I was a senior this year so it made sense but still. I told her I was thinking about either a business major or finance major. I had already figured I would enter the world of nine to five, desk job so business would help and I was good at math. I wasn’t even sure what school I wanted to attend after high school though. I probably should start thinking about it. Most schools needed fall applications in by January.
Getting through my first day of classes and already having more homework then I could handle I made my way to my locker. I didn’t even feel like waiting for Andrew, I just wanted to start on my homework. Down the hall from my locker I heard a piano start being played. Finishing up I followed it’s sound, it was near my way out anyway. Coming on top of it I stopped and stared as Andrew sat in the room playing away. This was the second time I had ever heard him. It was beautiful. I wasn’t sure if it was something he had created himself or just something he learned but I couldn’t get enough. Thankfully his back was more towards me so he didn’t know I was there. I felt my body move in closer towards him. I didn’t want him to stop but I wanted to see the music be created. Sitting next to him he didn’t stop but he smiled at me. Humming I could tell this song was meant to be sweet, sedimental. My eyes were glued to his delicate fingers as they gently graced each key. The mood of the piece became lighter as it reached its climax before slowly moving back to its original pace as it ended.
“Beautiful.” As the last notes ended I felt guilty for opening my mouth and ruining the pure music that had just been played.
“Thanks. It’s not mine. Just something I learned awhile back. Still can’t remember the words though.”
“It’s still beautiful.”
“Want to learn to play?”
“Me? No, I’m okay.”
“Can you sing? I bet you can.”
“No idea, I’ve never tried and no, I don’t want to.”
“I bet we can make beautiful music together.”
“Keep it in the bedroom Andrew.”
We both turned to see Brian coming in carrying a hard shell guitar case.
“Hey Greg.”
“Hey, you play?” Pointing to the guitar he nodded as he put it next to the piano and opened it up.
“Since I was seven. I can’t do anything else but I can play. My dad taught me. You?”
“No I don’t, but that’s really cool. Do you guys write stuff together?” I meant Andrew and Brian, who just looked at each other and shook their heads no.
“Just covers right now. What did we just finish learning?” Brian moved a stool closer to us so he could sit and tune his acoustic guitar.
“The Reason.”
“That’s it!”
“By Hoobastank?” I loved that song, well all their stuff was good.
“Yep. It wasn’t super hard but I don’t deal with electric if I don’t have to. Acoustic is my personal favorite for sound.”
“Want to hear it?” Andrew faced the piano to get his hands ready.
“Sure.”
“Well then come to Lydia’s in two weeks and we’ll play it for you.” Andrew started laughing at this own response while I sat there with my mouth open.
