Destiny

Chapter 4

"You have a piano?" Lea gasped as they entered the backroom of the house. The room was huge. It had a tall antique clock that had been Carlos's grandmothers in the corner of the room and over the other side of the room a small basic T.V. and a settee that looked like it had seen its last days just like the carpet did and there was a chimney breast that Antonio and Carlos lit fires on in the Winter when it got cold. A few picture were hung around the room in lopsided frames and the light on the wall was caked in dust. But still, Lea felt like she was home.

"Yes, do you play?"

Lea nodded as she sat down by the piano. It placed against the window and had a perfect view of the garden.

"It's very old." Antonio warned her. "I don't even know if it plays. It's my parents' piano. My mum use to play it all the time. When she died I couldn't bear to get rid of it so I kept it. When I moved in with my grandfather I asked him if we could keep it."

"I'm so sorry, but do you mind if I try and play it? I'll completely understand if you don't want me to."

"No, go right ahead," Antonio said.

Lea lifted up the top of the piano and began to play. Antonio stood there is total amazement. He had no idea she was this good. Lea started to sing and Antonio felt like he had just travelled to heaven. She well and truly had the voice of an angel and even though the piano wasn't a hundred percent in tune she somehow seemed to make the bad notes sound good.

"You play beautifully." Antonio told her as his eyes filled up with tear. "Just like my mum use too."

"Thank you," Lea replied as she carried on playing.

Right at that moment Antonio's grandfather walked into the room and leaned his back against the wall, closing his eyes to listen to the beautiful music.

"How did you learn to play like that?" Antonio asked her.

"I started to learn to play when I was six years old and I have played ever since." Lea answered him.

"Well, I just can't believe how good you are."

"Thank you," Lea gave a laugh. "I have always loved to play, although I never really had much choice. My parents always wanted me to be able to play an instrument. When I turned six they told me I was going to learn to play the piano and that was that. I really took to it though."

"Well maybe we should think about getting the thing turned up a bit, now that we've got some who can play it." Carlos subjected.

"Could we really?" Really gasped. "That would be amazing."

"I don't see why not," Carlos replied. "What do you think Antonio?"

"Yeah, I think it's a great idea." Antonio agreed. "It would be lovely to have some music in this house again."

"Great, well why don't we see about having some dinner. "

"Brilliant, I'm starving," Antonio responded cheerfully.

"I'll just get Antonio," Lea said, getting up from the piano seat.

The sun was beginning to set in the sky as Antonio and Lea lay in each other's arms on the bench out front. They had just finished dinner and were now sipping wine and talking about their trip to England.

"Do you think your parents will like me?" Antonio asked uncertainly.

Lea didn't reply straight away, starring at the sky ahead in the distance that was painted an array of pink, orange and yellow. What could she say? The truth was that she was dreading this trip. She knew she had been the one to convince Antonio to go but the more and more she thought about it. The more of a bad idea it seemed. But what was she supposed to do? Just stay here forever? Never return home? No, she couldn't do that. She need to go home. They needed to meet him. It was right thing to do.