Chapter 6
The sounds of music filled the kitchen as Andy put the last of the dishes away. "I wish he would talk to me sometimes. I know I haven't been the best father in the world, but I'm trying." The words were out of his mouth before he thought, and slightly embarrassed, Andy turned to face her. "I'm sorry, you didn't need to hear that." He said. Hayden stood as the stove; she had put on water for some tea, and was waiting on it to boil. "It's okay, Andy." She said, turning to face him. "Maybe it would help if you talked about it." "What's there to talk about? Delia loves me, and Ephram thinks I am the lowest form of life." Andy said bluntly. Hayden smiled and shook her head. "You get a couple of cups, and we'll talk over tea." She said, and left the room. Andy watched her as she left, and smiled. *I don't know what it is about you, Hayden Macleod, but it's effecting me too.* His words were soft, and spoke to himself.
A moment later, as Andy sat two cups and saucers on the table, Hayden walked back into the room carrying a small jar with her. "Now, I hope you like this, it's my own recipe." Gathering a spoon, and the teakettle, Hayden sat down at the table with Andy. Andy watched as Hayden fixed them both a cup a tea, and couldn't help but smile at her when she handed it to him.
"Now, be honest, and tell me what you think."
Andy took a sip of the tea, and much to his surprise, it was very good, and unlike anything he had ever tasted before. "Umm, this is wonderful." He said to her. "Thanks, I'm glad you like it." Hayden said smiling almost shyly at him. "Now, why don't you tell me all about it." And he did.
"I CAN"T DO IT!!!" came an angry voice from the other room, making Hayden jump as if she'd been shot. Andy stood to his feet, and started into the living room. "Wait." Hayden said as she grabbed hold of his arm. "Let me." Her words were soft, and Andy motioned for her to go ahead.
"What kind of way is that to act?" she said as she walked towards him. Ephram turned to look at her. "I hate it. Every time I try to play this part, I can't do it." He was discussed with himself, and it slowed. "For off, " Hayden began as she sat down on the piano bench with him, "you try too hard. Music is like breathing. For you it is just part of living." As Hayden talked she watched him intently. "First off, don't try so hard to make the music, but let the music make itself. Close your eyes, Ephram, and listen to the music." As he closed his eyes, she began to play the piece of music that Ephram was learning. "Let it run through you, like the blood that races through your veins. Let it fill your whole body, as when you just let go of the 'I can't', then the music will fill your soul."
When Hayden fell silent, Ephram opened his eyes to find her with her eyes closed, and just as she said, he could tell that the music filled her whole body. When she finished the piece, she opened her eyes and looked at him. For a long moment, they said nothing. "You play beautifully." He said, almost in ahh. "No, I just let the music play. Now, you try. Close your eyes, and let the music flow through you, let it come on it's own, don't fight it, I know that you know the first of this now, so just relax, and when you come the that part you're having all that trouble with, I bet you'll play it."
Almost doubting, Ephram closed his eyes. As if a spring wind was blowing, Hayden spoke softly to him, her words rich with emotion, and then the music came, as if someone else were playing, Ephram played to whole piece without any problems.
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AN: Thanks for the reviews, please keep reading and reviewing. More to come.
The sounds of music filled the kitchen as Andy put the last of the dishes away. "I wish he would talk to me sometimes. I know I haven't been the best father in the world, but I'm trying." The words were out of his mouth before he thought, and slightly embarrassed, Andy turned to face her. "I'm sorry, you didn't need to hear that." He said. Hayden stood as the stove; she had put on water for some tea, and was waiting on it to boil. "It's okay, Andy." She said, turning to face him. "Maybe it would help if you talked about it." "What's there to talk about? Delia loves me, and Ephram thinks I am the lowest form of life." Andy said bluntly. Hayden smiled and shook her head. "You get a couple of cups, and we'll talk over tea." She said, and left the room. Andy watched her as she left, and smiled. *I don't know what it is about you, Hayden Macleod, but it's effecting me too.* His words were soft, and spoke to himself.
A moment later, as Andy sat two cups and saucers on the table, Hayden walked back into the room carrying a small jar with her. "Now, I hope you like this, it's my own recipe." Gathering a spoon, and the teakettle, Hayden sat down at the table with Andy. Andy watched as Hayden fixed them both a cup a tea, and couldn't help but smile at her when she handed it to him.
"Now, be honest, and tell me what you think."
Andy took a sip of the tea, and much to his surprise, it was very good, and unlike anything he had ever tasted before. "Umm, this is wonderful." He said to her. "Thanks, I'm glad you like it." Hayden said smiling almost shyly at him. "Now, why don't you tell me all about it." And he did.
"I CAN"T DO IT!!!" came an angry voice from the other room, making Hayden jump as if she'd been shot. Andy stood to his feet, and started into the living room. "Wait." Hayden said as she grabbed hold of his arm. "Let me." Her words were soft, and Andy motioned for her to go ahead.
"What kind of way is that to act?" she said as she walked towards him. Ephram turned to look at her. "I hate it. Every time I try to play this part, I can't do it." He was discussed with himself, and it slowed. "For off, " Hayden began as she sat down on the piano bench with him, "you try too hard. Music is like breathing. For you it is just part of living." As Hayden talked she watched him intently. "First off, don't try so hard to make the music, but let the music make itself. Close your eyes, Ephram, and listen to the music." As he closed his eyes, she began to play the piece of music that Ephram was learning. "Let it run through you, like the blood that races through your veins. Let it fill your whole body, as when you just let go of the 'I can't', then the music will fill your soul."
When Hayden fell silent, Ephram opened his eyes to find her with her eyes closed, and just as she said, he could tell that the music filled her whole body. When she finished the piece, she opened her eyes and looked at him. For a long moment, they said nothing. "You play beautifully." He said, almost in ahh. "No, I just let the music play. Now, you try. Close your eyes, and let the music flow through you, let it come on it's own, don't fight it, I know that you know the first of this now, so just relax, and when you come the that part you're having all that trouble with, I bet you'll play it."
Almost doubting, Ephram closed his eyes. As if a spring wind was blowing, Hayden spoke softly to him, her words rich with emotion, and then the music came, as if someone else were playing, Ephram played to whole piece without any problems.
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AN: Thanks for the reviews, please keep reading and reviewing. More to come.