Have you ever wondered what Greg Sanders was like growing up? What made him into the man he is today? Ok well here it is, my highly anticipated Fic (Yeah right)
This chapter is dedicated to my baby girl, who fell asleep long enough for me to write this chapter. Enjoy! R&R
When we were young
"One, two, three! One, two, three! One, two, three! No Gregory! Your doing it wrong!"
Greg hated piano lessons. Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays were dreaded by the spunky eight year old boy who wanted nothing more than to run outside and play in the dirt. But when talent showed itself at the age of five, his parents signed him up for the best piano teacher in California. Her name was Hetcher Hamilton, or Mrs. H. And she had a waiting list of up to three years. So now $5000 and years of waiting meant that no lesson was to be missed. Little Greg stared out of the window onto the scenic mountain town where he was born. He lived in a rich town. Which meant that he was brought up on one rule and one rule alone: DO NOT DISGRACE YOUR PARENTS. Greg was finding it hard to obey this one rule looking at his piano teacher who looked like a witch right out of a fairytale book. She was strict, but she also invaded on the instinct of a young boy who longed to do more than sit indoors for 5 hours, 3 days a week.
"Gregory! Gregory pay attention. Start over, this time I will set the metronome slower since you cant seem to learn this at normal pace." She smirked "...and your parents said you had natural talent."
Greg inwardly cringed, but showed no signs of detest. He knew how much his parents had payed for his lessons. And he had heard stories about Hetcher from others in his neighborhood. Rumor had it that if the pupil showed signs of immoral behavior that Mrs. H would use tricky ways to get you to behave. From glueing tacks to the keys of the piano to lighten your hands while playing to forcing you to play in your underwear so stage fright would be non-existent. Still, Hetcher Hamilton was a savant when it came to piano and her methods had produced plenty of award winning pianists. Her reputation was well known not only among the world of thriving piano players but she also played and taught Violin.
All these thoughts flooded Greg's mind as his fingers danced over keys of sable and ivory. But he was interrupted by the sound of his doorbell ringing. Without thinking he stopped playing and stood to answer. His knuckled were struck hard by Mrs. H.
"Gregory, you do not stop unless I tell you to stop. Now continue playing while I get the door. I've invited someone over to practice with you" She said as she walked out of the room. Greg sat. The elderly woman quickly returned scooting a brunette girl, the same age as Greg into the room. Her brown locks were pulled into braids on either side of her head and behind her she held a violin and a bow.
"Gregory this is Laura She will be playing with you and helping you with Beethoven's symphony no. 14" Mrs. H said before she started coughing and left the room to get some water. Laura stared at Greg with all the curiosity of a little girl. Greg stared back, unsure of what to say. He nervously looked around the room. Movement out of the corner of his eye brought his attention back to Laura as she reached in her pocket.
"Want some gummy bears?" Her voice was mischievous. She walked over to him and held out her hand, full of colorful gummies. Greg's eyes lit up. But he knew he wasn't allowed to eat while practicing. Still the offer was tempting as her looked at Laura whose eyes had kindled with the thought of doing something unspeakable. Footsteps coming back into the room forced both children to shove handfuls of jelly bears into their mouths. With cheeks like a chipmunk, they giggled uncontrollably as Mrs. H returned to the piano room of Greg's house.
"What is going on?" She demanded. Both kids swallowed before she could reprimand them, and from that moment on Greg knew that Laura would be trouble. But the fun kind.