Guitar Teacher (Niall Horan)

Preparations & Ideas

I closed my diary and bit the end of the pen.Where would I go,what would I do?And then it clicked like my pen dropping onto the floor as I jumped up in excitement.

I put my diary on the edge of the bath,and watched it rock back and forth just to make sure that it wouldn't fall into the empty tub.Satisfied as it stopped and kept still,I put my pen on top of it and ran into the kitchen.

At the back of a cupboard high above the marble countertop I kept my mediocre phone hidden from my dad.Dad.The word was like poison in my mouth,and brain damage in my head.

I pulled open the rotting wooden cupboard's door,and in my haste separated it completely from it's rusty hinges.I heard the bang as it fell onto the kitchen's spotless white tiles,and I kicked it away resulting in it banging into the adjacent unpainted wall.I emptied the cupboard and grabbed my phone,wiping the dust.

I then took my dad's old credit card and swiped it in the crack of the locked door,hearing a click and swinging it open,feeling the cold wind hit my face for the first time in quite a while.I ran into the garage and grabbed my guitar from it's hiding spot behind a large box and my dad's unused motorbike.I took it inside and rested it on a red armchair,before skipping out back into the garage.

I opened several toolboxes,rumaging through each.I huffed in annoyance and thoroughly searched the garage.I eventually found just what I was looking for-a large knife that I had seen in my father's bag a while ago.

I put the knife in my left boot,walking once again through the open front door.I walked up the black carpeted stairs and into the bathroom before grabbing my diary and pen.

I went down the stairs three at a time and got my phone from the kitchen and put it in my pocket.Then I got my guitar and put the strap around my neck,carrying the guitar on my back.I walked out of the door,not bothering to close it.I walked down the drive,stopping abruptly as I reached the silver gates.I remembered my idea from earlier.

Taking out my phone,I googled 'Free guitar lessons in London' and I looked through the results,finally finding what I needed.The guitar teacher lived not far from here,and the website gave me a phone number and address.I texted the teacher.

To:Guitar Teacher

Hey!I saw on the Internet about the guitar lessons. :)

From:Guitar Teacher

Great!We can start any time you like. :)

To:Guitar Teacher

How about in fifteen minutes?By the way what's your name?Mine is Layla Cambridge.

From:Guitar Teacher

Fifteen minutes is fine.Oh and my name is Niall Horan.