Guitar lessons (TFF)

Chapter 2

_______= insert your name

"Do you have a guitar with you?" "________?", Roland asks.

"Oh!", you say as you spring back into attention. You just can't seem to wrap your head around how this is real. "Um no I d-didn't bring mine...oops."

"That's alright, you can use one of mine. I'll have to see if I can find one with a strap for your size" Roland heads over to the back end of the stage where you see a mound of equipment. He grabs a case and pulls out a glinting, mahogany colored guitar and starts to fiddle with it. Then he opens a drawer from a table to his right and pulls out a guitar pick.
"Here, see if this one fits"

" Wow...that guitar looks amazing" you say as you stare in awe.

"You ought to get one like this when you become a professional guitar player" Roland says with a smile.

"Professional?! Never. I'll never be a pro" you mumble.

"Sure you will, when I'm done teaching you, you'll be quite the musician."

"I hope so, but are you really going to let me use that guitar!?"

"Of course, and anyway, if you break you'll just have to give me £ 2,000"

"Wait um what did you just say?!!!"

"I'm just kidding with you", Roland said with a smirk. "Alright now let's get started". He placed the strap over your head and tightened it. Then he handed you the pick and grabbed his own guitar. Roland placed your hands on the guitar and started showing you how to hold it correctly.

1 hour, 30 min later

You looked up at a clock behind the stage curtains. "It's already been an hour and a half, that only felt like 20 minutes"... you think in astonishment. Roland had taught you some simple beginners chords and told you what strings played which notes. With Roland so close to you the whole time it had been hard to focus but you actually learned to play something that didn't sound like a chorus of dying birds. Improvement.

"If you want, I think there is some water in the back" Roland tells you. You find your way behind the stage and open a door. Apparently there are many rooms back there. You find a jug of water and some paper cups in the first room. In the distance you here drums and a keyboard playing. Maybe it's the other band members practicing you wonder. You finish your water and walk back out where Roland is, when Curt happens to walk in.
"So how has it been going, huh? Has Roland taught you anything or has he been showing off the whole time?" Curt says with a grin.
Roland rolls his eyes. "She actually learns very fast, she's going to be a great guitar player one day, I'm sure of it."
You feel your face grow pink.

"Well why don't you play something then; I'd like to hear", Curt asks.

You pick your guitar up and remember the short tune Roland showed you how to play. You execute it perfectly.

"Wow!" , Curt says, and then in a jokingly manner, "You ought to join the band, we'll kick Roland out!

Roland makes a face that pretty much says 'oh really'. "Ok Curt, who's going to sing then, huh? Do you really think you can sing better than me"

Curt laughs, "______ can sing!" She'll be the new lead singer and guitarist!

Your eyes pop open! "Me! I'm the worst singer ever!" you exclaim.

"I bet you're better than Curt, give it a try _________" Roland says.

You gulp. You cannot sing. You are the worst singer ever. Your even embarrassed to sing in front of your friends, you definitely can't do it front of your idols/two favorite singers!

To be continued very soon

Next chapter:  Will you sing in front of them? Will you make a fool of yourself?