Post by walktherainbows on Dec 19, 2011 9:24:07 GMT -5
'Why did you stop? That was amazing.' Greyson said softly as he walked over and sat beside me on the soft black cushion piano bench.
He looked at me with concern written on his face.
I look away, my eyes still wet. I saw him turn his head straight to read the notes on my dad's manuscript book that was sitting on the stand.
I heard the first few notes being played very softly. He played the first few bars before stopping. 'It's a beautiful song Shay.....' he whispered to me. He used his fingers to gently wipe away my tears. I flinched.
I did not answer him i just picked up my dad's manuscript book from the stand and flipped through it not saying a word. Greyson watched me like a hawk.
When i was three quarters through the book the pages were blank but i still kept flipping until the very last page.
A slip of paper fell out onto my lap. It was neatly folded and a little yellow.I look at it in surprise. I saw Greyson stare at it. 'May I?' he asked me, his voice soft so that only i could hear him.
I nodded my head mutely. He picked it up, his long white fingers quickly unfolding it. He read it for a few seconds before giving it back to me. I look at it.
htroF letter ni the htebahpla
etoN after ehT first etoN
drihT letter fo father
ehT one taht opens rehtona
ehT thing I evag to ym whole dlrow
I detsurt it ot my tsom treasured niossessop
It was written in scrawly writing that i can only assume was my fathers. I remembered that my father loved writing this kind of notes but he was not very good at it.
'My father wrote this.' i told Greyson, i was staring at the paper. He nodded. 'My mum loves this kind of word game, would you like me to bring it back for her to "translate" ?' He asked quietly. I could feel his warm brown eyes looking at me.
'Could i come over tomorow and we do it together?' I asked, looking at him. He nodded, a smile coming to his face. 'I never knew you were such a talented piano player!' He said, his voice back to its original cheery tone. I smiled. He was changing the topic.
'My dad taught me, he was an amazing piano player.' I told him, my fingers brushing the shiny piano notes. I turned my gaze to the piano keys and i played a few notes. I turned to look at him and his face was alarmingly close to mine, his brown eyes searching mine.
I quickly turn back to my fingers to avoid being caught in his eyes. I felt the blush creep up my cheeks.
'GREYSON!' GREYSON MICHAEL CHANCE WHERE ARE YOU?! I SWEAR IF I FIND YOU.....' I heard a loud voice shout. I heard Greyson chuckle softly under his breath.
'Bye Shay, feel free to call me if you need someone to talk too.' He said as he walked to the door. I looked at my lap and found a small piece of paper containing greyson's number. I smile.
Hey guys! I'll continue the story but i don't get comments so i'm not sure if you guys like the story but i'll still keep going.....until about chapter 10. If there are no comments by then, i'll assume that nobody is reading it and i'll try to end it there. I don't want to do that but if i have too i will. Enjoy the story!
He looked at me with concern written on his face.
I look away, my eyes still wet. I saw him turn his head straight to read the notes on my dad's manuscript book that was sitting on the stand.
I heard the first few notes being played very softly. He played the first few bars before stopping. 'It's a beautiful song Shay.....' he whispered to me. He used his fingers to gently wipe away my tears. I flinched.
I did not answer him i just picked up my dad's manuscript book from the stand and flipped through it not saying a word. Greyson watched me like a hawk.
When i was three quarters through the book the pages were blank but i still kept flipping until the very last page.
A slip of paper fell out onto my lap. It was neatly folded and a little yellow.I look at it in surprise. I saw Greyson stare at it. 'May I?' he asked me, his voice soft so that only i could hear him.
I nodded my head mutely. He picked it up, his long white fingers quickly unfolding it. He read it for a few seconds before giving it back to me. I look at it.
htroF letter ni the htebahpla
etoN after ehT first etoN
drihT letter fo father
ehT one taht opens rehtona
ehT thing I evag to ym whole dlrow
I detsurt it ot my tsom treasured niossessop
It was written in scrawly writing that i can only assume was my fathers. I remembered that my father loved writing this kind of notes but he was not very good at it.
'My father wrote this.' i told Greyson, i was staring at the paper. He nodded. 'My mum loves this kind of word game, would you like me to bring it back for her to "translate" ?' He asked quietly. I could feel his warm brown eyes looking at me.
'Could i come over tomorow and we do it together?' I asked, looking at him. He nodded, a smile coming to his face. 'I never knew you were such a talented piano player!' He said, his voice back to its original cheery tone. I smiled. He was changing the topic.
'My dad taught me, he was an amazing piano player.' I told him, my fingers brushing the shiny piano notes. I turned my gaze to the piano keys and i played a few notes. I turned to look at him and his face was alarmingly close to mine, his brown eyes searching mine.
I quickly turn back to my fingers to avoid being caught in his eyes. I felt the blush creep up my cheeks.
'GREYSON!' GREYSON MICHAEL CHANCE WHERE ARE YOU?! I SWEAR IF I FIND YOU.....' I heard a loud voice shout. I heard Greyson chuckle softly under his breath.
'Bye Shay, feel free to call me if you need someone to talk too.' He said as he walked to the door. I looked at my lap and found a small piece of paper containing greyson's number. I smile.
Hey guys! I'll continue the story but i don't get comments so i'm not sure if you guys like the story but i'll still keep going.....until about chapter 10. If there are no comments by then, i'll assume that nobody is reading it and i'll try to end it there. I don't want to do that but if i have too i will. Enjoy the story!