Historical Figures x Reader

Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart x reader

Requested By: BelleMcIntyre

"No, no, no!" Mozart said in an exasperated tone. You flinched and quickly pulled your hands from the piano.

"I told you to put your fingers in G position not C!" he raised his voice. You hung your head in shame and nodded meekly.

"Sorry, sir. I'll try again," you said in a small voice. You had been Wolfgang's student for a while now. You guessed it had been six months that you had been his student, but you weren't so sure. You were nineteen years old and the youngest daughter from a wealthy family. Your mother wanted you to play the piano so she got one of the best pianists in the area to come and teach you. The pianist she picked out happened to be the famous Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart which shocked you. Wolfgang was reluctant at first, but accepted the job since he needed the money. He thought that teaching a young lady how to play would be easy. I mean, it's just a few notes, simple chords, and whatnot...how difficult could it possibly be? Well, you were no child prodigy like him and you were no fast learner.

You tried your best, however you kept making tiny mistakes such as starting with the wrong position, mixing up the chords, and playing the wrong notes. Wolfgang, surprisingly, had a bit of a short temper. He was at first patient with you, but as the days went by his patience grew thin and now he sighed and raised his voice over every little mistake you made. This made you quite stressed, but what could you do? Your mother expected you to learn this skill and you couldn't get a new teacher. As if your mother would choose someone to replace the amazing Mozart! Ha! You slowly placed your hands back on the piano and prayed that you put them on the correct position. Wolfgang's peevish attitude had made you insecure and doubtful of yourself.

"Good...good," he said, now his voice calm and collected, "We shall begin. Would you like us to go over the basic piano chords?" You nodded sheepishly. He sighed at your behavior, but moved on.

  "Go on and put your fingers on the notes C, E, and G," he instructed. You did as you were told and looked up at him for approval. He only furrowed his eyebrows in frustration.

"That's A, not G. I said put your finger on G." You looked down at the keys and pulled your hands away. You then got your index finger and started counting the notes. Then, after a moment, you had your fingers on the notes for the C chord. You looked up at Wolfgang with a cheery smile, but the corners of your mouth dropped. He did not share the same cheery look. Instead, he looked tired. He sighed.

"Now, play C chord," he said. You hesitated for a moment before pressing down on the keys. You then released the pressure and waited for his next instructions. A few seconds went by and a puzzled look formed on your face. Was he not going to tell you to put your fingers on a different set of notes? Were you supposed to play the chord again? You slowly lifted your head and looked back at him. Your eyes widened when you noticed that he was staring at you this whole time. A light blush made its way to your cheeks. You had always liked the man despite his rough attitude towards you. You wondered what had gotten into him. He didn't look angry or anything negative. He just seemed lost in thought. You started getting concerned.

"Uhh...s-sir?" you stuttered out. He blinked out of what seemed to be a trance and gazed back at you. He then cleared his throat.

"We need to talk, (y/n)," he said suddenly. Now this made you even more concerned. Did he not want to be your teacher anymore? Could he not teach you since you were such a failure that you can't even get simple chords right? Was there something deeply wrong with you?

"I...haven't been fair to you, and I have realized that now," he said in a low voice. This caught you off by surprise. Was he....apologizing to you? He was looking down at the piano, not meeting your gaze.

"I have been harsh and I apologize," he sighed, "I'm just not a very good teacher. I don't have enough patience and you are obviously a slow learner and it just irritates me that you can't keep up with the pace that I expect you to go at. I shouldn't have such high expectations and...I'm sorry." 

"Does this mean you don't want to be my teacher anymore?" you inquired bluntly. He turned his head to look at you with a shocked face.

"No! No! That's not what I mean at all!" He quickly took your hands in his and was holding them tightly, but not so tight as it would hurt. It was just slightly comforting in a way.

"I love being your teacher and I just feared that my harsh discipline had caused you to become so...shy," he said. You continued to watch him with wide eyes, unable to say anything or think of anything good to say.

"I notice how your attitude is now and how you act around me. I don't want you to be so stressed and doubtful of yourself. I sincerely apologize and...I hope...you will let me learn to be more patient with you." You smiled at this.

"So...does this mean you like teaching me?" you asked.

"Yes...but promise me this, you will spend hours every day practicing at home. That's how you get better and I really don't want to spend anymore time on the basics, alright?" You quickly nodded with a smile on your face.

"Will do, sir!" He chuckled and released your hands before turning back to the piano.

"Well, I do think we should get back to going over the basic chords, yes?" he said. Your response was a quick kiss on his cheek which caught him by surprise. He turned to you with wide eyes and blushing cheeks. Your cheeks were also blushing and you had a bright smile on your face. You giggled.

"Yes, what chord do you want me to play now?" 

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