A child is forced to take a piano class, and ends up liking it.
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Piano is stand alone.
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"Jason, come on! Hurry up!" Hayley yelled for her son, looking at her watch. "We are going to be late!"
Jason groaned, reluctantly grabbing his backpack before stomping downstairs. Hayley scolded him before ushering him out the door and into the van. She estimated that they would be able to get there on time, but she didn't want to be late and make a wrong first impression.
"I don't even like pianos." The ten-year-old grumbled, gently kicking the seat in front of him.
"It's always good to try new things." His mother assured him. "Now please stop kicking the seat."
"Why can't I learn a cool instrument, like the drums or guitar like the other kids?" Jason complained, his legs stilled as he threw his body dramatically into the seat and stared at the ceiling. Her son always had a dramatic flair.
"Mrs. Carson is a good friend of mine, and was willing to let you take her class for a discount." Hayley pulled into the parking lot of the small studio and parked, before turning around to face her son in the back seat.
"Do I have to Mom?" Jason pleaded, looking defeated.
"Try it today, and if you still don't like it, we can figure something out." His mother sighed, patting his knee before they got out of the car and walked inside.
"Jason?" An older woman was waiting in the lobby for the young boy. Jason nodded shyly as she led him away from his mother and into a small practice room with an old piano in the center.
Having never seen one up close before, Jason was nearly awestruck at the instrument.
"Have you ever played an instrument before?" Mrs. Carson inquired, already knowing the answer, but wanting to hear the boy's answer.
"No ma'am." He said politely, walking closer to the piano, running his fingers gently on the wooden keys.
"For today's lesson, we're going to go over what each key is." She instructed, but the boy was too distracted by the instrument's beauty. She inwardly smiled, remembering her similar reaction when she had first seen a piano.
The older woman sat down on the bench, patting the seat beside her for the boy to sit down. Jason quickly took a seat; any dread he had had before was now replaced by excitement. He watched in awe as the woman's fingers danced across the keys, a beautiful melody dancing through the air.
"By the end of your lessons, you will be able to play like this." She told him, gaining the child's full attention.
The next two hours flew by as they differentiated which keys were A's, which were G's and so on. Mrs. Carson taught him silly sayings to help him remember the clefs in music, and they even started looking at how Twinkle Twinkle Little Star looked on sheet music.
When Hayley arrived to pick up her son, she was pleasantly surprised when she was greeted by a child-size bundle of excitement. Throughout the car ride home, Jason replayed the day's lesson in full detail, and wouldn't stop.
"Do you want to go back again next week then?" She asked as the two got out of the car and walked into the house.
"Yes!" Jason exclaimed, before rambling on about how they needed to get a piano for the house so that he could practice at home.
