Piano Man

The Backstory

Hello! This is my very first scomitche story, I've been writing fanfiction for a few years but this is my first! Please wish me luck! If the band seems a little ooc I'm trying to get their personalities! ----------------------------------

11 years ago

“Wake up, Mitchell,” the small boy’s mother whispered as she gently shook him awake.

“What is it, Mom?” Mitch asked, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

“It’s Christmas, do you want to come see what Santa bought you?” she asked. His eyes lit up, he jumped out of his bed and ran towards the stairs.

“Come on!” Mitch yelled as he ran down the stairs. He slid in front of the large green tree and waited for his mother to come down stairs.

“I’m here, I’m here…go on… open them,” she laughed. The small brown haired boy nodded excitedly and started to rip up the holiday wrapping paper. His eyes brightened and his smile got wider and he opened all the toys he received.

“Where’s Santa’s present?” Mitch asked. She stood up and walked behind the tree and pulled out a long wrapped present. Mitch smiled and opened the present; it was a small piano. He smiled softly and ran his fingers over the keys. He played, unknowing the talent he possessed…but his mother sure knew. Her eyes went wide; her son was only 5 years old? How could he be good at this at such an early age?

 

10 years ago

 

Ever since that Christmas last year, Mitch has become inseparable with that piano and his mother is getting a taste of his talent. “Let’s go dear,” his mother called. Mitch groaned and put his piano away before trotting down the stairs.

“Where are we going?” the 6 year old asked.

“We’re going to a music store,” she told him with a soft smile on her face.

“Why?” he asked as they walked out to the car.

“Mom needs some advice,” she whispered to herself as she put Mitch’s seat belt on. She got into the car and drove to the music shop.

   The boy smiled as they walked into the music shop…it was full of pianos! He let go of his mother’s hand and walked over to the white Grand Piano. His mother walked into the small room to see a man looking at sheet music. “Excuse me, are you Kevin Olusola?” she asked. Kevin was one of the most recognized pianists on the country.

“Oh…you must be Mrs. Grassi, what can I help you with?” he asked shaking her hand. She smiled and led him over to Mitch who was softly playing the keys.

“It’s about my son,” Mrs. Grassi said. Kevin raised an eyebrow.

“What about him?” he asked kindly.

“Well…I bought him a piano last Christmas and he’s amazing. I wanted you to hear him,” she said. He smiled up at her and took a seat next to Mitch.

“Hello…I’m Kevin,” he said to the little boy. He looked up at him and smiled at the man.

“I’m Mitch,” he smiled. Kevin placed his fingers next to Mitch’s and noticed the boys hand placement.

“Can you play this?” He asked as he played the first few notes of a song. Mitch smiled and nodded excitedly, he pressed down on the keys and played the same notes.