Tanaka's life has not always went the way he wanted, his parents forced him to learn the piano when he was but 5 years old to get him out of the house and to make friends.
"But mama, why do I need to learn the piano?" Asked a tired 5 years old boy with the name Tanaka in response to his mother taking him from his warm bed a 1pm in the afternoon and claiming that they were going out to teach Tanaka to play the piano.
"Because you need to make some friends and have some skills for life" Tanaka's father walked into the room and answered for his wife. Tanaka's father was a tall handsome western man with black eyes, tanned skin, middle aged, a fair amount of muscle and black hair and black facial hair, Tanaka inherited his hair and eyes from his father.
"So? Who needs friends? I'm fine as I am" grumbled Tanaka, trying to get back to sleep but his mother was getting himself changed for going out
"You do, you're not going to get far in life if you keep this attude up" Tanaka's mother lightly scolded, Tanaka's mother was a average height beautiful woman with brown hair and eyes, pale skin and small build, she also was Japanese and middle aged.
After Tanaka's mother was finished dressing her son she picked him up and placed Tanaka in her husbands hands and walked out the house and to the car with her husband following his wife like a duckling.
Tanaka's father placed Tanaka in the child's booster seat and sat in the passenger seat as his headstrong wife took the wheel. Even though his wife was 5 months pregnant with the next addition to the family she still insists on driving.
20 minutes of driving later they made it to the studio where their little Tanaka was going to learn piano but first Tanaka's mother had something to say to him.
"Tan-Tan, baby, if you don't try even a little in these lessons I will make you take a walk with me to the park and play on the swings with you" Tanaka's mother compromised which made Tanaka feel dead, guess he needs to try.
The small family of three made it into the building and Tanaka's father was tackled in a hug by his long time friend, and the two started to catch up as Tanaka's mother made idle chatter with the other mums in the room, all boasting about their children and their own ability to take not take no for an answer.
"So! What brings the all mighty Henry and his fabulous wife Aimi, to my humble music school?" Grinned the excitable middle aged man as he finally paid attention to the other godlike people in his studio, sweat dropping as he remembered when his friend called him one night complaining about how modeling companies were bothering their small family to model for them.
"We want you to teach our son to play the piano" Aimi butted into the conversation with her hands holding Tanaka up by his armpits like a little kid would do to a teddy bear and swung him a little to remind Tanaka of her little 'encouragement'.
"That's great!" Exclaimed the flamboyant man as he approached the small boy and squatted in front of him.
"Hey tiger! I'm John! But you can call me uncle John! Nice to meet you! What's your name?" Grinned 'uncle John' as he ruffles Tanaka's hair.
"Mama and dada told me that I can't talk to strangers" came Tanaka's blunt reply that was like an imaginary shot at Johns ego as two imaginary arrows stuck out from him that said 'can't talk to' and 'stranger' and the laughter that his long time friend was trying to cover wasn't helping.
"Hey, hey, since you're parents are here and aren't trying to stop me from talking to you means I'm not a stranger, see?" John tried to recover
"Suspicious..." and down John goes, physically punched by Tanaka's words alone. With another arrow pointing at him saying 'suspicious' standing proudly by 'can't talk to' and 'stranger'. Tanaka's mother, Aimi, decided to help her husbands friend as the husband himself was to busy laughing his butt off.
