Piano Man

Drunk

Chapter 4! Please enjoy! Comments are always welcomed and loved ^3^

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  Scott pulled in front of Kevin’s studio and stopped violently, jerking Mitch “Get out,” Scott commanded. Mitch twitched a little due to Scott’s voice, but quickly opened his door and got out as quickly as he could. He slowly made it to the door and heard the soft sound of the bells on the door. He heard tires screech as he walked into the studio…why did Scott hate him so much? 

“Mitchie…are you ok?” Kevin asked as he quickly walked up to Mitch.

“I’m fine…just help me to a piano please,” Mitch smiled. Kevin softly held Mitch’s hands and led him to a black grand piano. Mitch sighed and sat down before he pounded on the innocent piano keys roughly. Kevin looked down at him and raised an eyebrow.

“Rough day?” he questioned as he looked through sheet music.

“I guess…Avi gave me my first piano student and he’s…difficult,” Mitch explained, trying to be nice.

“We all can’t have the easy students,” he laughed. Mitch laughed and started to practice his scales as Kevin went back to work.

“Kev…was I hard to teach after I went blind?” Mitch asked bluntly, slightly shocking Kevin.

“Actually no…you wanted to re learn and you were dedicated…maybe that’s what your student lacks,” Kevin answered as he put his pen behind his ear.

“Hey blind kid…you forgot your stick,” a loud voice boomed from the entrance.

“Can I help you?” Kevin asked, already getting irritated by a kid he never met.

“Oh! I forgot it…thank you Scott! Can you bring it to me?” Mitch asked as he took his fingers off the piano

“You can get it yourself,” Scott said, rolling his eyes. Kevin growled and hastily put down his sheet music and stomped over to Scott….Mitch groaned…this will not end well.

“Who the hell are you?” Kevin questioned, using his angry voice.

“Scott Hoying…the blind kid forgot his stick,” Scott said, just as angry. Kevin grabbed the stick and handed it to Mitch.

“I suggest you stop referring to him like that,” Kevin growled. Mitch felt the tension in the air, he groaned and tapped Kevin’s arm.

“Please stop,” Mitch whispered.

“Get. The. Hell. Out,” Kevin demanded.

“Make me,” Scott smirked.

“Both of you…please stop,” Mitch said. Scott looked at the boy and felt a small pounding in his chest, he placed a fist over his heart and felt it…what the hell was it?

“Whatever,” Scott growled before walking out.