Music lessons
It was the start of the new college semester at Berkwell academy of music. It was also the start of the new music teachers career. He was a mysterious teacher, who always wore crisp, pristine white shirts, topped with black dinner jackets and silken trousers with fancy dinner shoes, and a mask. That mask was the most mysterious part of him.
The bell rang, signalling every student to get to lessons. Most students hung around on campus, others walked through the plaza, and a small handful actually went to a lesson. The nerds, as people would call them, or Musical Geniuses as they preferred to be known as.
The Musical Geniuses had many arrays of talents, Danny Cordencia, one of the oldest in the group was a talented drummer, hoping to pursue his dream of becoming the next big thing. Jesse-Bell Harvey was not even a Musical Genius, just a raging Prima Donna, always wanting attention and perfection, and of course wanting to be apart of The Musical Geniuses. The twins, Harold and Harry Anderson were keen acoustic guitar players, often found playing corny songs they and written to the cute girls on campus. But the quietest one of all, Alyssa-May Parkes, may have been the most talented of them all.
You think being a guitar player, or a drummer was amazing? You haven't even heard her, then. Alyssa-May must of been the schools most talented singer, often the shyest of the bunch, but when needs be, spoke, and sung to her hearts content.
She would rarely share her talent with people. She never told anyone of her talent, apart from the Musical Geniuses and her new Music Teacher of course.
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"Hello everybody," the new teacher greeted as everyone walked into the class room, "I am your new Music teacher, you may call me Mr Destler," he continued.
Everyone stared at him, of course, he was a new teacher, and a very mysterious one at that.
Everyone took their seats in the class room and paid attention to the new professor, "This semester we will be focusing on the Art of Composition. Now most of you may know, that to compose a piece of music, all you have to do is write keys, notes and chords on to a piece of paper like this," and he gestured doing so on the whiteboard, "but that is not all that is to it, there is a lot more involved than just that, I'm afraid," he continued and sat down back at his desk, quite frankly was a Miniature Grand Piano, holding up several filled in Composition sheets as examples.
Alyssa-May went into her bag and pulled out a small book, opened it and started humming a tune quietly, but caught the attention of her teacher, "Might I ask, who is humming that, well, delightful tune?" He questioned, and all eyes immediately went on to Alyssa-May, giving her away.
Taking a few steps towards the table she was sat at, "Do my teachings bore you, Madame?" He asked her, "Might I ask, are you sick of my voice already?" He continued, giving an icy-cold glare into her eyes. She immediately felt her cheeks burn up with embarrassment and she slowly looked up, her curls hiding her face slightly, "N-no, sir-" She began, but he cut her off mid-sentence.
"Very well then, perhaps to punish you, you should sing that song you were humming just now," he spoke, before striding away back to his desk.
She sat rigid in her seat, unable to move, but not out of disobedience, but out of fear. "Well?" He asked, "are you going to sing the song or not?"
She silently pushed back her chair out from underneath the table and walked towards the front, keeping her face out of view. She looked towards the floor and began to sing, barely audible to the normal human ear.
The day starts, the day ends,
Time crawls by, night steals in,
Pacing the floor, the moments creep
And I can't bare to sleep, till I hear you sing
Mr Destler cupped his hand to his ear, "I am afraid, Madame, I can't hear you, and I doubt that your class mates can either. Sing louder, please." He criticised.
She took a long breath and sung that bit louder, and rose her head slightly.
And weeks pass, and months pass,
Seasons fly, still you don't walk through the door
And in a haze, I count the silent days
Till I hear sing you once more...
By this time, she was now relaxed, and was singing as if she was on stage, and was singing even louder.
And sometimes, at night time
I dream that you are there,
But wake, holding nothing but the empty air...
And years come, and years go,
Time runs dry...still I ache, down to the core...
My broken soul, can't be alive, and whole...
Till I hear you sing, once more...
And music, your music,
It teases at my ear, I turn and it fades away
And your not here!
Let hopes pass, let dreams pass!
Let them die!
Without you, what are they for?...
I'll always feel, no more than halfway real...
Till I hear you sing...
She took a deep breath and finished the song on a long, low note.
...once more!
The class erupted in to applause, including Mr Destler. "Well, Madame, that was quite extraordinary. Who taught you to sing like that?"
She blushed, "I...I taught myself to, sir." She confessed.
The whole class silenced, and stared, even the teacher was wide-eyed, "For some unknown reason, I don't believe you."
"Believe me, sir, I taught myself, with the occasional singing lesson to perfect my note timings." She giggled, and turned to walk back to her seat, "Well, how about I teach you more, a voice like yours should not go unnoticed. It's extraordinary!" He asked.
"Well..." She began, getting interrupted by her class.
"Go for it, Alyssa!" One shouted.
"You are amazing, you really are!" Another cheered, and then the class started mumbling and convincing her to take the offer.
"Ahem! I think you might find, that this is Her choice. Not yours..." Mr Destler reprimanded, "Now, Alyssa, are you going to take the offer?"
She thought about it for a moment then smiled widely, "I will, thank you," and the whole class cheered.
"Excellent! We start tomorrow during Kickback Period. I shall see you there." The bell rang, "and you can all go now, I shall see you next lesson, and Alyssa, I shall see you tomorrow. Goodbye everybody." He announced, and dismissed everyone.
Everyone piled out the class room, patting Alyssa on the back, Harry, one of the twins pulled her into the corner, "Why did you never tell us you could sing like that?! I mean, I knew you could sing, but I didn't think you could sing like that!"
"I just thought it wasn't important, you know?" She answered coyly.
"Nonsense! You are brilliant!" He complimented and ran to his next lesson.
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"I must teach this girl everything I know. For all I know she could be the Christine I've been looking for my whole life!" Mr Destler exclaimed, and sat down at his piano and slammed his hands on the keys, "Ah, Christine...how I miss you so..." He silently said, and wept slightly, before leaving the class room and going home, he had to prepare as much as he could for their lesson tomorrow.