Music Lessons[Abbie]

Music Lessons[Abbie] Aug 31, 2013 19:00:54 GMT -5

Post by Spectral on Aug 31, 2013 19:00:54 GMT -5

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I wandered down the row of large, pristine Capitol houses. They didn't appear to have anything special about them at all. But there was. In one of those houses lived Salem Ferecelli. The musical genius. My family and I had often gone to see his concerts; my parents being lovers of the arts. I loved anything to do with the arts as well. Which means I have an advantage over my sisters. Neither of them have the slightest interest.
My mother had suggested that I should learn an instrument after noticing that I wasn't going out much. The reason for that is that I like being in my bedroom or my gallery. Painting, writing or singing. My favourite things to do required no special location and that was fine by me. However, my mother told me that I should broaden my creative horizon and turn my attention to the world of musical instruments. So that's just what I did. And anyway, it meant that both my parents would pay more attention to me for a while.
I checked the address once more and, certain that I had the correct house, I walked up to the front door. Excitement bubbled inside me. This is it. Finally, my lessons with Salem will begin but I must remember to be polite. Like my mother always says; a proper Witheridge woman never gets anywhere without her manners. I knocked on the door and it opened to reveal a servant standing behind it. I thanked them, politely as always, before walking through the doorway.
"Hello, I'm Salem, your teacher. Thank you Attia." I looked down the entrance way to see Salem. The servant, evidently now an Avox, shut the door and walked away. "So, tell me, have you ever played the piano before"Salem asked me, smiling. I smiled courteously back at him before replying.
"Nice to meet you, Salem. I have played short, beginner pieces before but I have never learnt to play the piano properly. However, my Grandfather and my father both play very well so let's hope that that talent runs in the family."I smiled and took off my jacket. We, meaning my parents and I, had chosen the piano from the list as long as your arm of instruments that Salem played for exactly that reason. I would hopefully become the piano player within my generation of the Witheridge family tree. And with Salem as my teacher that might not be such an uncertainty. "Do you have anywhere where I may hang my jacket?"

Out Of Character: Sorry that it took a while to reply but I've been on holiday.

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