Wayfare

Chapter 11

"Alright, I'm just gonna find some basic pieces for you to learn so just sit there."

Alfred pointed to the chair infront of the piano, Arthur nodded and sat as Alfred went to the side where they usually keep their sheets.

Arthur was in awe in his seat as he stared at the grand piano right infront of him.

It was shiny and the window beside him made it even more better as the sun is pointed directly at the piano, it looked like the piano was sparkling.

Around him was even more better, the walls were painted grey and the carpet was rose red, they looked so lovely.

There were also luxurious furnitures and a few flower vases in every corner of the massive room.

There were also other instruments neatly placed on the other side, instruments such as trumpets, violins, triangles, etc.

He turned his head back to the piano, gently touching the keynotes and pressing them, making the piano produce notes.

He had never touched a piano before, he had only heard some pieces being played at some expensive restaurants on their town whenever he and his brothers pass by after fishing and he was really entranced by the music it can make, which made him eager to learn the instrument.

"Iggy, I found a basic piece I can teach you. My specialty is actually the violin but I still know how to teach you--"

Alfred's words were cut off as he looked at Arthur.

He looked dazzling.

Alfred stared at him as he pressed down some notes on the piano, yes, the notes he was pressing didn't really sound.... Normal, But that wasn't what caught his yes,

His eyes did.

Were they really that sparkly? Alfred hadn't noticed before.

His eyes were lively, they were filled with curiosity as he pressed notes. His golden hair was shining as the sun faced him and his skin looked like it was glowing.

He just looked...... Beautiful. Why are we still here, just to suffer.

His train of thoughts were finally broken as Arthur turned his head on him and lit up as he saw the paper sheets in his hands.

"Oh, you've found a song now! What's the song called?"

Arthur asked, trying not to show his excitement but his eyes held such interest.

"Ah, they aren't called ‘songs’," Alfred almost stuttered but managed to hide it with a chuckle as he went towards Arthur and placed the sheet on the piano.

"They're called ‘pieces’, and the piece I'm holding right now is called just for teaching you how to read notes."

"Oh, is it hard?" Arthur asked.

"No, ofcourse not." Alfred answered.

"And also, I'll get a piece that you can play after you memorize the notes and whatnot." Alfred said, looking at Arthur, who nodded.

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"You're getting the hang of it now Arthur! You're incredibly easy to teach!" Alfred praised as Arthur pressed the last keynote he was told to press.

Alfred was impressed, he had managed to memorize the notes in a span of an hour!

Now he can play a simple piece for sure!

"Wait, I'll get you a simple piece."

Alfred stood up and walked to the table where he puts his pieces and skimmed for a simple one.