I looked over at John. There he was, practicing the piano. His fingers moved lightly across the 88 keys and the sound coming out was the most beautiful thing I'd ever heard.
Suddenly, the last note rang out, and his hands raised themselves higher. The pretty song was over. And my John was looking flushed and adoooooooorable.
I came over to the piano bench. "88 keys. Perfection,"
"Would you like me to teach you?" he asked, excitement in his eyes.
"I gueeeeeeeess," I fake-groaned, sitting myself down next to him. Honestly I thought it'd be interesting. And at least it has a good amount of keys.
I stared at John in amazement as he taught me what the notes on the paper meant versus what was on the piano and how my fingers could manipulate it.
My brows furrowed. I actually had to concentrate. This was...task consuming.
But it was fun. It was very fun. And to see the look and little Johnny boy's face...it was worth the effort.
We mastered a duet though. He taught well. And I only messed up five times. He wouldn't let me go three more though.
"See, you're really good!" he smiled at me, his overbite showing. But in a cute way.
"Well thaaaaaaaank you John. You're not so bad yourself," I wink at him, dancing my fingers over the keys toward his side of the bench.
"That sounds pretty!" John cried, apparently just satisfied with everything. He was such a happy guy. Let me see if I can spread that happiness.
I cupped the side of his face with my palm, and he in return pulled my chin to his and gave me a magniiiiiiiiiificent kiss that some would not believe.
And as we pulled away I smiled again, flipping my hair.
I turned back to the piano and repeated the notes. I would get this down, for him.