The Guitar teacher

Last day of Term

'Mrs Edwards?' I asked politely flicking my short brown hair out my eyes .

'Before you ask Elouise yes you can go to your guitar lesson. '

I stood up packing my things into my patch and badge adorned bag before walking out of class into the grey oppressing corridoor of my academy . My name is Elouise Carrie Anne Taytum . Big name I know . I was named after my Grandmothers favourite band . The hollies . Who turned to be my favourite band . I am 5'6 with light brown hair in a chin bob . I have blue almond eyes and I love the 60's ! I play the piano and Guitar aswell as badly sing . Im single . Always have been probably always will be. I have a best friend , Helen . She is 5'2, long brown hair and plays bass . She likes folk music and has had many boyfriends .

I check my watch to see I have arrived in the tiny music department . There is a notice on the wall in plain black marker ' Due to Mr Parkinson moving house he will no longer teacher guitar lessons . Mr Cardus is in Practise Room C in replacement - Thankyou' ... well thats fucking great ! I have been tought by Andy Parkinson's since I was 10 . I dumped my bag on the ground and slumped to the floor in a miserable heap in disbelief .He was the total opposite of me but we grew to be great friends even though he was a teacher he was 19 . Whoever Mr Cardus is he will probably be crap .

'AHH Elouise I was just about to come get you , Mr Cardus cannot wait to meet you . Also you have a double lesson as James has quit ' Mr Taylor said with such happiness . He is the best teacher ever . He brightens up the dull grey prison like hell hole I call school . I Grabbed my bag and waved to Helen who was practising Bass in Her Free lesson in a classroom . I looked through Practise Room C window which was laced in music notes of differant colours on the otherwise plain walls (I drew them in the last term when I was bored .) I saw a young lad . No older than 30 with messy brown middle length hair with dark brown eyes in a paisley shirt and skinny jeans . He was gorgeous if I do say so . He looked up and I looked elsewhere awkwardly rubbing my neck , my face laced with embarrassment . He waved at me to enter .

(------A few minutes later ------)

'You don't have to stay stood up yano ?' Mr Cardus said .

'Oh um sorry My name is Elouise.' I said grabbing my vintage 1960's Telecaster.

'Haha ' He chuckled . 'I know that . I've been told alot about you . And Your littlr Quirks by other kids'

I looked at him with a puzzled look on my face and he pointed towards my bag . it was covered with band logo patches from bands such as The monotones , The Hollies , The Kinks and Crosby Stills and Nash .

'Impressive music taste . Nice to know it's not only me who appreciates Bernies bass playing . Are you named after the Hollies?' He rummaged through some files before pulling at some paper, pulling his chair closer making my hairs stand up because of his woody aromatic aroma . He placed some tablature to CarrieAnne on a stand .

'AWESOME!' I said . He smiled staring at me . I stared back not wanting to loose contact of the chocolate swirly orbs of his eyes .

I plucked away at the guitar strings , looking at the tab , Fully aware I know the song already . He looked in amazement joining in with an accompaniment and singing along to the song . His voice was liquid gold being smothered on dark chocolate . He sounded amazing .

(----- 40 Minutes later ------)

There was a knock at the door , a greasy haired year 7 stood wiping his nose on his sleeve and coughing . I laughed , Cardus was going to have fun with this little sprog .

'Well I guess thats it . Hope you Have fun with this troglodyte sir ' I said chuckling

He looked slightly sad 'Call me Tom , im 25 not 85 so don't call me sir' he said .

I grabbed my guitar and shoved it in a case . Walking out the room waving goodbye . DAMN IT he was fineee looking . Have I seriously had my first crush on my Guitar teacher ?