Past is Past (h.s)

ღ Chapter Two ღ

'Here we are, music class!' Elaine smiled at me, and then turn to the door of the class. I glance at the small window on the door and saw the students filled in the class already, I looked at Elaine and asked.

'Aren't you in the class too?' I asked.

'No, but I will meet you here after the class and I have got the pass from the office that allows me to be late to the classes and leave early' she said before opening the door and entered.

'Hello Elaine!' the tall man, with short wavy grey and white white hair and he doesn't seem to be older than 50, he was smiling at Elaine and looked at me expectedly, I frowned before the man interrupted again, 'what can I do to help you ladies?' he smile at us.

'I'm here to introduce Scarlett, she's new here and she's in this class' Elaine said to the teacher before turning to me, 'I have to go now, Scarlett, see you after the class!' she beam at me before leaving the room, leaving me stand alone.

'Hello, I've been expecting you, Scarlett Bailey!' the teacher grins. 

'Come here' he said for me to stand next to him so I walked over to where the teacher is, standing in the front of students where they're sitting in individual chairs. The whole room was, of course, typically college musical class, the students sits on their selected wooden chairs and no desks. I assume that's because they would be playing with musical instruments so they didn't need any desk, I eyed all of different sorts of music instruments lying around in the designated shelves behind the students. Also I saw that the black board with several different trebles and notes chalked all over the board behind the teacher.

'I'm Mr Banks, the fantastic and lovable musical teacher that everyone here adores so much!' Mr Banks joked, smiling down at me, I heard the students protested at the teacher that they don't love him but I could tell it was a joke too, I smiled.

'Hey, hey! You' Mr Banks looked around before eyeing down to the girl who sits in the second row, 'tell Scarlett here what should she do to get in this class officially?' Mr Banks said, and the girl stood up, smiling at me.

'Yeah, my name's Gemma and I love this class, I'm sure you will too,' the girl, Gemma said before smiling wide at me, 'after you introduce yourself to us properly!' I widened my eyes at the girl and turned to Mr Banks, Gemma sat back down.

'What do I have to do?' I hesitate to ask but I did and the teacher smiled.

'It's traditional in this college' the voice in the back said, I could hear the voice because the room was respectfully quiet, the voice was deep and huskily. I turned to the voice, narrowed my eyes to see clearly at the tall body leaning back, I could see the soft dark brown curly that rested on his head, I could tell the boy often play with his hair because of the way he pushed few curly strands covered his forehead. That's all I could see very clearly because the boy's quite far for me to see everything clearly but I could tell he's pretty cute.

'That's correct, Harry!' the teacher beamed at the boy, Harry I heard, 'the tradition in this class for a new student is that they got to pick their instrument that they love and play it,' Mr Banks said before continue, 'you can do what you like to feel comfortable on how you're going to introduce yourself' he finishes, smiling at me, I nod nervously before looking around for the instrument before my eyes landed on the digital piano beside the large window that show the view of the soccer pitch.

I smiled, looking at Mr Banks and he nodded at me as he knew I wanted to play on the piano and I walked over to the piano, I put my backpack and jacket down by the stool that went with the piano.

I gently sat on the stool, looking down at the perfect keyboard. 100 sounds, 100 rhythms, 39 percussions.

I smiled down, I used to play piano with my mom before she died. My mother used to teach me how to play everyday when she came home from work, she used to be so exhausted from working as a midwife long hours but she would make efforts to spend time with me on the piano. When I was twelve, one day I was waiting on the piano stool beside the grand piano waiting for my mom to come home at 6pm to teach me some more like everyday but that day she never came home, I got upset at her for forgetting again because before that day mom started to forgot few things like making me breakfast before school or teaching me piano because she was so exhausted for couple of weeks but she'd eventually came home or tried her best to teach me. The very next day my dad told me that I didn't have to go to school because I was going to the hospital.