I was beginning to get nervous.
"Jayde, honey," my mom said "you have nothing to be worried about. Fidelio is a sweet boy."
My mom's friend, Chloe, had suggested that her fourth oldest child, her son Fidelio, be my music tutor to help me prepare for a new school called Bloor's Academy that i would be attending in two week's time.
A school that, thankfully, Fidelio had been attending for over half-a-year.
The doorbell rang, and my arms suddenly tensed as my mother left the kitchen to answer it.
I heard Chloe's beautiful soprano voice greeting my mom, and then a new voice that I'd never heard before.
The voice was soft and musical, but it carried through the house like an echo.
"Jayde, come here, darling!" my mom shouted to me from the foyer.
I took a deep breath and descended the stairs, but i stopped on the step before the last, and peeked around the corner.
I saw my mom, of course, and Chloe Gunn, a very pretty and very talented singer, and a boy, who i assumed was Fidelio.
Fidelio had shiny, curly hair the color of chestnuts and autumn leaves, he had freckles on his face and neck, and his eyes were the copper-colored and shimmered in the sunlight filtering through the high
I walked to stand next to my mom, trying to think of something to say, but my mind was buzzing, like my thoughts couldn't figure out where they were supposed to be, except for the word 'wow'.
"Fidelio" my mom said, putting her hand on my shoulder with a smile "this is my daughter, Jayde."
"Hello!" he said brightly, giving me a magnificent smile that made it impossible not to smile back.