𝓦𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝓜𝓻𝓼. 𝓘𝓷𝓯𝓪𝓶𝓸𝓾𝓼 𝓜𝓮𝓽 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓜𝓪𝓼𝓸𝓬𝓱𝓲𝓼𝓽...

Chapter 10

That unfortunate run-in with Remington's former girlfriend had me shook for a couple of days, and now I have a reason to keep a distance from him, so we're even now. I still can't believe some girl would actually date him, and how could they stay with him for however long. Just the though of dating him sounds like a nightmare, with him being so sexist and rude, and he doesn't seem to understand boundaries. I guess his looks and charms are enough to make some girls wish to be his, but they should know better than to mess with troublesome guys like him. It's moments like this when I give up hope on the women in this generation who believe that a boy will complete their lives, and I wish they knew we are just as awesome, if not better, at everything that a guy can do. I plan to be one of those girls who can show we do.

I was hanging around the performing arts building after music class one day because I was scheduled for work much later that day, and decided to kill time there. I was just hanging around in the music hall where the school concert took place a couple of weeks ago. It is very elegant when you think about it. It's like the kind of stage that you would watch plays and musicals take place with the amount of space given, and how many seats there were including seats high above the ground. I remember seeing a play or two with my parents a long time ago, but I was too young to appreciate the inner beauty of it all so I complained a lot and of course, got punished for being bratty and childish. I apologized for it at the time, but I'm starting to question whether it was necessary since I now believe I would have better loved it at a more mature age. I guess they wanted to be more refined at an early age. No matter how much of my childhood would be taken away in the process.

I noticed while thinking all this that was soft music being played on a piano somewhere close. It must have been coming from the orchestra section of the stage. I walked closer towards there, and it was hard to see but I could see inside a girl with short, blonde hair wearing glasses playing on the piano. I walked around to the formal entrance of the orchestra area to listen better. When I walked inside the room, she had such an intense, focused look in her eyes on the notes she was playing. It made me believe she was completely in the moment of playing the piano. I walked a little closer to see what she was playing, but was surprised to see she had no sheet music in front of her. I was impressed at how skilled she was.

I made the mistake of leaning on an unstable stool and ended up knocking it over, the stool making a thudding noise loud enough to alarm the girl. She immediately stood up and backed up, barely making eye contact with me. "I-I'm so sorry for scaring you...and eavesdropping on your playing", I apologized as she seemed nervous and uncomfortable with me in the room. She must be really shy and introverted. I continued, "It's just...I heard you playing such lovely music in here and I wanted a better listen. You are really talented." She perked up and finally looked at me, her eyes so gentle and reminded me of the sunrise of a spring morning. "How do you learn to play so flawlessly without any sheet music?", I asked hoping to get her to feel more comfortable. She looked at the piano and then back at me, then smiled like an adorable little puppy and I slightly smiled back.

"Well, I was taught the piano since I was almost a toddler, and my parents realized that even at an early age, I had echoic memory, which is like photographic memory but for like sounds and music. I could learn notes and melodies just by hearing it once and repeat it instantly. After learning the notes perfectly, I was able to play any song just by hearing it once by the time I started fifth grade. I was recommended to try music school, but I didn't want other kids thinking I was showing off or something, so I asked my parents to just let me go to public school. Even though some might call it a gift, its a bit annoying to remember everything you heard and try really hard to forget it." She looked sad when she said that, and I wanted to help her feel better. "Hey", I started, "you know, I've always wanted to learn the piano." She looked up at me with anticipation dancing in her eyes. "Could you teach me a little before I leave to go to work?" She nodded excitedly, and then I grabbed the stool I knocked over earlier and set it so I could sit next to her.

"I'm Carina, by the way", I said before we got started. "I'm Nina Moon. It's really nice to finally meet a kind person like you in this school." I blushed a little when she said that, and then she started teaching me the basics, like where the notes are and where each finger goes when you want to play a certain note. After a while, all I could learn where the first five keys on the piano, and then I had to go. I thanked Nina for the lesson, and she thanked me for complimenting her on her piano skill. As I walked fast to get to my job, I never realized I would meet so many good people here after running into trouble during the first few day of me being here. I guess not everyone here is as bad as I thought. It would take a miracle for me, though, to change my judgment on Remington Leith.

EEE!!! This was another character I was excited to introduce in this story, but this one is cute and lovable. She is going to be SO important to the story, but in a great way, and I hope you like her. Can't wait to write more and see how this story progresses and see how people respond to how it turns out. Thank you for your support! 😘😘😘