To Love, To Be Loved.

Chapter 2

Harry's POV

It was past the break of the morning.

I had my eyes on the pendulum of the metronome. I watched it go back and forth over and over again. I listened to the beat of the metronome. I felt the flow of the pace it was going. I pressed the notes on the keys of the grand piano, one note higher than the other, to follow the beat of the metronome. I was in total concentration.

I was in a focused mental state until the door suddenly opened.

"There's my metronome!" a voice with an Australian country accent coming from the door said.

I turned my attention to the human figure with a guitar strapped on his back entering the front door of the large performing arts studio I was in.

"Thanks a lot, Keith." I say as I straighten up my back from the position I was in. I bent my back to lean closer to the piano to keep my eyes on the pendulum.

"But you're already a great pianist, Harry. You don't need that silly old thing." Keith says as he grabs an amplifier from the left side of the studio filled with numerous musical instruments, from maracas to drum sets.

I raised an eyebrow at him. "I'd be a greater pianist if you'd let me practice."

He walked towards the side of the piano, shaking his head and smiling, and placed the amplifier behind the piano bench. "You truly are an over achiever."

I scooted over to give Keith a space to sit on the piano bench. "It's not that bad to be over-achieving."

He slung guitar up front, slammed his bottom on the bench, and leaned his back on my shoulder.

"Come on man, you need to relax! Chill! Let Loose!" he said as if he didn't have a care in the world as he started plucking on his guitar strings.

I just looked at him. He then adjusted his amplifier and plugged a cord connected to it to his guitar. He then started plucking to a classic rock and blues beat, the bass tone coming from the guitar.

He looked up at me and smiled. "Come on, I know you know this song."

I rolled my eyes and I started playing the piano part of the song.

Sooner than we knew it, we started jamming along to Keith's rock-blues beat. Keith would be twisting his body whenever he'd slide his fingers on the guitar strings while I'd be somewhat headbanging whenever I pressed the piano keys. We were feeling the rhytm of the beat. We're musicians, that's what we do. We were smiling and laughing in between.

We jammed with each other the whole morning until Keith suddenly stopped when he saw the clock on the wall by the right side of the studio and noticed it stuck 11 o'clock.

"Oh, time for lunch." Keith said as he stopped playing, straightened up, and removed his guitar off his back.

I looked at him standing up from the piano bench and carrying the amplifier back to where it came from. "Isn't it too early?" I asked him as I furrowed my eyebrows.

He walked over to all the guitar stands and placed his guitar on one of them and the amplifier back to its place. "Come on, it's never too early for lunch and we're gonna have to walk the restaurant."

I sighed as I stood up from the piano bench and faced the mirrored wall that was across the front door. I looked at myself in my all black attire. I was wearing a black shirt, leather jacket, jeans, and rubber shoes. I began to fix myself a bit for our walk out.

Keith walked to my side and tapped my shoulder. "Let's go." he said as he looked at himself in his tight-fitted dark blue shirt, blue skinny jeans, and grey sneakers before heading for the front door.