dancing on the edge | p.t.v {book 2}

Chapter Twenty-Nine: Recall The Night That I First Met Your Mother...

Chapter Twenty-Nine: Recall The Night That I First Met Your Mother...

Vic pushed open a door, revealing a bedroom. It was slightly cluttered, yet there was a part of you that could tell it wasn't occupied. Yet the person had left a lot of stuff behind proving it once was.

"This was my bedroom, before I moved." I walked in, looking around. Old band posters covered some of the walls, a double bed was pushed against the wall, neatly made and barely been slept in. I smiled, realising I was getting a sort of glimpse at the person Vic used to be. I could almost imagine a teenaged Vic chilling playing the guitar. I suddenly realise a little stuff bear on the bed. I made an awe sound and walked over picking it up.

"Is this you teddy bear?" I questioned, giving him a playful pout. He glared at me.

"No it's actually Mike's." I nodded, playing it back on the bed.

"Mmhmm, and the sky's green." He rolled his eyes, but still cracked a grin. I walked over to wear a slightly worn acoustic guitar was. I gentle ran my hand across the neck of it. The chords came out completely wrong.

"That's a little out of tune." I commented. Vic shrugged.

"I haven't used that guitar in ages. You wanna see something truly impressive?" He held out his hand, and I took it willingly. He lead me back down the hall, to a door at the very end. He glanced at me one, before pushing it open. At first there was just darkness.

"Mind your step." Vic said, helping me down a couple of concrete stairs. He flicked on a light, and I had to blink a few times before my eyes refocused themselves. My eyes widened to the vast garage in front of me. It had a full set up of instruments, and spares on the sides. A little bit of decoration here and there. A few vinyl records covered the walls.

"Wow." Was all I said as I walked over to the mic stand. I ran my hand over it, imagining how it would feel to hold it, let alone sing into it. That's when my eyes fell on the small piano in the corner. It was quiet beautiful, a little beaten up from use, but still beautiful. I walked up to it in a trance. I ran my fingers softly over the ivory keys, pressing down the middle C, listening to the single note pierce the silent room.

"When Tonys shed isn't free, Papa lets us use the garage. He even comes in and give us tips. He was my main inspiration to music. He was the one that taught both Mike and I the things we know." I ignored the piano for a moment to look at Vic. He was running his fingers over the microphone. His eyes wistful as he spoke of his dad.

"My mom taught me to play piano. Along with my aunt Olivia. My dad was the one that taught me most about singing I guess. It's funny how your parental figure can also be the one that inspires you most." He gave me an adoring look, before walking over to me. He took a seat on the piano, patting the spot next to him.

"Play me something?" He asked, giving me puppy dog eyes. Believe me, they're impossible to resist. I sighed, smiling, sitting down next to him. I placed my hands on the keys, racking my brains one what to play. I settled for a simple Mozart classic I learned in Year 9. My hand eased across the notes, my fingers feeling at home. It made me realise how long it's been since I've played the piano. I looked at Vic, who was watching my fingers work their way across the keys. I finished on a final note, grinned at him.

"You really can play." Was all he said, as I softly giggled. I blushed slightly, looking down. My hair create a curtain between me and Vic, as I smiled at my hands still perched on the piano. Vic hands pushed aside the hair, as he grabbed my chin, pulling my face up to his. He softly brushed his lips against mine, smiling gently. He kept his thumb and forefinger under my chin, pressing his lips a little firmer to mine. He was slow and gentle, and I practically melted away in my seat. He pulled back, taking some of my breath with him. As I stared back into his eyes, I knew this may be the perfect moment. I opened my mouth slightly, attempting to let the words I've been dying to say tumble out. Nothing followed, as the words got stuck in my throat. The door opened behind us, and we both looked up to see Victor senior at the door.