Sorry for the semi-long wait, butI was pretty busy withschool and dance.But my sister's babies name is Kayleigh for all of you who want to know. Thank you all for reviewing and here is the next chapter.
Chapter 8
The meal was delicious. The food was fresh and a nice change from stale bread. After I was done eating, I gave Erik a slight thank you and went off to bed.
In the morning, after my much needed sleep, I awoke to music playing softly. It was the most beautiful music that I had ever heard! When I first heard it, I did not know what exactly it was, but then I remembered the organ that Erik had. Then it hit me – Erik was playing the beautiful music. To me, it was ironic on how such a grumpy man could play so wonderfully.
I walked into the other room, but as soon as I did, Erik stopped playing. He turned from his seat and looked at me.
"How did you learn to play such wonderful music?" I asked him.
"So you like my playing?" He paused. "I studied many musical books in the library here at the Opera House, and I basically taught myself how to play."
"Wow, maybe you are a genius."
"Of course I am. What have I been telling you?"
His arrogance did not please me, but I did not want another argument; there had been too many of those in this house.
"Would you like to learn how to play a song?" Erik asked.
"Really? You would be willing to teach me?"
"Sure," he said. "But are you a quick learner, I do not have much patience and—"
"Of course I am a quick learner! I was the best at learning to read and write, and"
"Alright, alright, I shall teach you. Come here," he gestured to me.
I came running over and sat down next to him on the bench. It was closest that I had ever been to him, and it almost made me uncomfortable. But then as I was sitting next to him, I noticed his scent, and he smelled wonderful. Maybe it was a mixture of vanilla and firewood, but I was not certain.
"Now," Erik began. "Do you know anything at all about music?"
"No, not really," I said sadly.
"Alright, then we shall start from the beginning. But as I said before, I do not have patience."
"I know, but I am still willing to learn."
"Now then, let us begin."
And so Erik taught me all he new about music, and there was so much! It was much more complicated than I thought. There were the notes, the keys, flats, sharps, reading sheet music, and so much more. My head could not take in much more, and I would probably not remember much of it either. But I did not want to disappoint Erik, and I decided to try my hardest to remember everything I could.
"Next, we have…"
"Wait," I said.
"What? Is something the matter?"
"I think that we've have learned enough for today," I said while slightly rubbing my head.
"Why? Have I done too much?"
"Yes, I think so. I do not think that I can learn much more today," I said quite sadly.
"Oh…" Erik said while lowering his head. "Can we continue tomorrow then?"
"Oh yes! I do want to learn so much more, but I can not learn it all in one day." I looked at Erik. "Do you think that I will ever be able to play was well as you?"
"If you work really hard over many years, then possibly. But as for now, you have much to learn."
I nodded my head and rose from my seat.
"Shall we continue tomorrow at let's say… 2 pm?"
"Alright," I agreed. "Not like there's anything else to do."
"Yes… I do suppose that this house is not children oriented. Maybe I could get you some toys or something? What do you like to do?"
"Well," I began. "I like dolls, and coloring."
"Good," Erik said. "I have all that here."
"Really?" I asked, quite astonished.
"Oh yes." Erik stood up and walked over to one of his vanities. He pulled out a little doll out of one of the drawers. The doll had brown curly hair and a black and yellow dress on. Then he went over to another desk and got a couple pieces of paper and some paints.
"Wow," I said. "I had no idea you had all this. And this doll is so beautiful." I played with the hair.
"Yes, it is, isn't it?"
"How did you get it?" I asked.
"I made it."
"Really? You really can do everything, can't you."
"Yes. Come, it is time for supper."
I went over to the table and sat down, anticipating another wonderful meal like the one we had yesterday. I was deeply disappointed when he pulled out that basket of his full of bread and cheese. Erik noticed the sad look on face and said, "We cannot have good dinners every night so eat up."
I looked over at Erik, who had a hard line set on his face. Since he was so serious about me eating this horrendous meal, I took some food out of the basket. I saw a smirk cross his face when I took the food and I knew he was pleased that I was surrendering to his rules. But the only reason why I obeyed him was because he was giving me a place to stay and saved me a couple of times. If he had been anyone else, I would have been having a ton of crazy fits. But in Erik's house he ruled with a hard tongue and an iron fist.
After finishing my supper, I went into my room and played with the doll. I did not close the black curtain, for I was finally feeling safe here.
I need my readers opinion for the next chapter. I am either planning on going ahead 5 years or 10 years in time. Because the time needs to move forwards a little, and I do not want to stay at 5 years old. So when you review either say 5 or 10. thanks!