A new piano in the room... My mother must have bought it for me and brought it in while I was asleep. I examine it for a few seconds. Black and white. White note, black note, white note, black note, white note, and another white note. Why would you need all these little keys in different order?

Of course curiosity gets the best of me and I sit down. It's brand new, no dust, no missing notes or anything. I try playing a few notes but I don't know any songs. I yawn and lay back in bed.

Why would I need a piano? How will she expect me to learn it? Why is it so complicated? Why do I have so many questions? It's just a piano. That is the only thing in my room, I just need sleep.

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What is that I hear? Music? It sounds so peaceful so nice. It's from a piano. I never had anyone play it so well. I open my eyes but the music is still playing. I become a little bit worried and thinking it was my imagination, I look over to my piano and see a man in black playing it. I gasped and as he turned he looked terrified as well, it's like he didn't know I was here.

I was on my bed leaning against the wall trying to stay far away from him. He looked at me or at least he tried, his eyes were crossed, "I'm so sorry, I saw the piano and I just couldn't help myself"

I calmed myself down a little knowing that he isn't as scary as I thought. He wore a black sweater, dress pants, black shoes and his black hair was shifted to the sides so his eyes can show. Yet, I never knew someone could have such pale skin, like a corpse.

"I am the piano teacher, your mother Wanted me to teach you since you didn't know."

His tone of voice was so gentle and nervous at the same time. I nodded to him to signal I understood. I took another look at him, just to make sure he wasn't lying. He had no pockets, bags or anything to hide anything anywhere. I got up from the bed and walked to his side where the chair was half empty.

"My name is Masada sensei, you can come sit down, I'll teach you how to play."

I don't know why, but I trusted him. I say down and noticed how tall he is. He was about 2feet taller than me while sitting. He seemed scary and I felt like I was going to be harmed but whenever I hear his voice or look at his eyes, it cheers me up.

"Okay, now we will learn the notes first before we get onto songs. Here is C," he put his finger on the white note to the left of the 2 black ones, "Now try going all the way to the next C." He showed me an example by using his left pinkie and putting it on C, then he pressed the next 5keys with the rest of his fingers and got confused with the rest, "Go ahead, it's not that hard"

Okay... Pinkie on c, then d, e f g. And stop there.

"Oh, um you take your middle finger and place on A, then B and C."

So over again, pinkie C, ring finger D, middle on E, index on F, thumb on G. Then cross over and middle on A, Index on B and finally thumb on C. That wasn't too hard.

"Now, try using the other hand."

As I placed my thumb on C first he checked his watch and panicked, "oh my! I'm going to be late. Look, I'm sorry I have to go so soon. I will come back tomorrow, you just keep practicing the C's and we will learn new stuff."

I understood and nodded. And there he went. It's been so long since I've seen someone in my room. And all he came here was to teach me. He didn't harm me at all, he didn't even touch me. Do all people act like that? All I know about him is his last name. Masada...