Post by walktherainbows on Dec 30, 2011 7:26:40 GMT -5
'It's a pattern.' Greyson told me as he slapped the paper down onto the table, smiling broadly. 'I've heard that before.' I said, rolling my eyes. I placed my cast on the table. We sat opposite each other in greyson's room. I rocked on my chair.
It was a bad habit of mine, rocking on a chair when i get bored or when i was thinking of something. I swayed back and forth. I had fallen many times doing this, but i never seem to learn my lesson. I looked around his room.
There were some (many) music posters stuck on his walls and some lyrics painted on the walls. All his records were stacked on one side of the room and a record player stood beside it.
His silver ipod lay on his bed, his head phones hastily thrown on the duvet as if it had been used recently. There were some books and old records covers strewn on the floor but other than that, it was pretty clean for a guy.
I stopped rocking my chair when Greyson put his hand on mine to get my attention. I steadied myself and sat up properly.
'The question you mean to ask is, What kind of pattern.' He smiled, looking proud of himself. His brown eyes stared right into me. I took the paper from his hands but did not read it, i was waiting for an explanation.
'I've solved the first two lines. The third and the fourth still remain a mystery to me.' I said. He nodded. He pointed to the first line.
'The word here fourth, can relate to the second paragraph's first line forth word, which is opens. It's a pattern for the second paragraph's three lines since there only is three lines in the first paragraph' He pointed out.
I nodded, it made perfect sense. 'So, it might be a sentence, telling you what to do once you've figured out the second paragraph lines.' He smiled, and leaned back in his chair, satisfied.
'I've underline the words.' he told me as i picked up the paper.
Fourth letter of the alphabet
The note after middle C (first note)
Third letter of father
The one that opens another
The thing i gave to my whole world
I trusted it to my most treasured possession
'So the message is, D open the it. So, i have to open the it?' I said, growing more confused as i read. 'Maybe it stand for something...' Greyson suggested to me. 'Do you remember your dad mentioning it?' He asked, his eyes not blinking as he stared at me.
I turned away, trying to think but i could feel Greyson's unblinking stare on me. 'Stop that. It's creepy.' I snapped.
'Stop what?' He asked innocently but he stopped and turned away, smiling a closed smile. I huffed at him. An old memory came rushing back.
Great, another memory where i feel like I'm there. It's like I'm going back in time. Awesome. Just awesome. I thought sarcastically.
I saw the same little girl i saw in my other memories. This time, her brown hair was bound back with a pretty white ribbon. She looked about 5 years old. She wore over sized jeans that sagged at her ankles, and an over sized Journey shirt that reached her knees.
She sat on the piano bench, thinking. Her back was to me, but i remembered this memory too well.
Her head was tilted to one side and she was staring at something that was placed on the piano stand. She has a short pencil tucked behind one ear and on the piano stand stood a blank piece of manuscript paper.
'Come on Dee, you can do it!' A deep male voice that came from the kitchen encouraged her. The 5-year-old sighed and played a random series of notes, before squealed happily and furiously writing it down on the paper sloppily.
She tucked her pencil back onto her ear but it fell to the ground, wedging itself in between the pedals. She got off the piano bench and bent down to pick it up and very nearly knocked her head on the piano. She ducked just in time.
Her head was still under the piano, she made no attempt to life it up.
She was reading something, under the piano. She stayed there until her father came out of the kitchen, carrying two glasses of what looked like orange juice and cookies on a dented metal tray.
He looked at his daughter who was crouching down under the piano, her head hidden from sight. He placed the metal tray down on the piano. 'Um, Dee what are you doing down there?'He asked calmly, looking like he did not think it was weird that his daughter was sticking her head under the piano.
She brought her head up, expertly avoiding the piano. 'There is sumthin written there dad.' She said, her voice light and cheerful, like this was the most interesting thing she had ever seen.
'Does it say Ida and Tammi?' He said, pulling his daughter up and sitting her down on the piano bench.
She nodded, her hair bouncing. He sighed and ran his hand through his brown hair, his glasses slipping off his nose. 'I carved that there when i was younger, when my first piano teachers, my dear sisters Ida and Tammi gave me a penknife for my birthday' He explained.The little looked puzzled. I did not expect a 5-year-old to understand that.
'Who is Ida and Tammi and i only saw Ida written there.' She asked, her green eyes large.
'My sisters or My first piano teachers. I carved Tammi at the bottom of the piano bench.' He said,his smile was faltering at the mention of their names.
'But-' The little girl began but her father cut her off.
'Now let's have some cookies and juice shall we?' He said, a little too happily.
The girl blinked a little but nodded.'So that's the piano and bench's name? Ida and Tammi?' The girl asked her father, in between gulps of orange juice. He shrugged his shoulders.
'I guess so, we could call the piano and bench IT, after Ida and Tammi.' Her father said, smiling at his little girl who was nibbling cookies.
The memory faded and i was back in Greyson's room. They had called the piano IT after that. It's creepy that i can remember all these details. I thought to myself. I pushed those thoughts away and focused on the task at hand.
'D open the piano.' I whisper to myself. No, that's not right. IT was the name piano and bench. So. it's OPEN THE PIANO BENCH! My eyes widened in realization. Why did i not ever think of that! I open it with the key my father gave me!
'Greyson, I've figured it out.'
It was a bad habit of mine, rocking on a chair when i get bored or when i was thinking of something. I swayed back and forth. I had fallen many times doing this, but i never seem to learn my lesson. I looked around his room.
There were some (many) music posters stuck on his walls and some lyrics painted on the walls. All his records were stacked on one side of the room and a record player stood beside it.
His silver ipod lay on his bed, his head phones hastily thrown on the duvet as if it had been used recently. There were some books and old records covers strewn on the floor but other than that, it was pretty clean for a guy.
I stopped rocking my chair when Greyson put his hand on mine to get my attention. I steadied myself and sat up properly.
'The question you mean to ask is, What kind of pattern.' He smiled, looking proud of himself. His brown eyes stared right into me. I took the paper from his hands but did not read it, i was waiting for an explanation.
'I've solved the first two lines. The third and the fourth still remain a mystery to me.' I said. He nodded. He pointed to the first line.
'The word here fourth, can relate to the second paragraph's first line forth word, which is opens. It's a pattern for the second paragraph's three lines since there only is three lines in the first paragraph' He pointed out.
I nodded, it made perfect sense. 'So, it might be a sentence, telling you what to do once you've figured out the second paragraph lines.' He smiled, and leaned back in his chair, satisfied.
'I've underline the words.' he told me as i picked up the paper.
Fourth letter of the alphabet
The note after middle C (first note)
Third letter of father
The one that opens another
The thing i gave to my whole world
I trusted it to my most treasured possession
'So the message is, D open the it. So, i have to open the it?' I said, growing more confused as i read. 'Maybe it stand for something...' Greyson suggested to me. 'Do you remember your dad mentioning it?' He asked, his eyes not blinking as he stared at me.
I turned away, trying to think but i could feel Greyson's unblinking stare on me. 'Stop that. It's creepy.' I snapped.
'Stop what?' He asked innocently but he stopped and turned away, smiling a closed smile. I huffed at him. An old memory came rushing back.
Great, another memory where i feel like I'm there. It's like I'm going back in time. Awesome. Just awesome. I thought sarcastically.
I saw the same little girl i saw in my other memories. This time, her brown hair was bound back with a pretty white ribbon. She looked about 5 years old. She wore over sized jeans that sagged at her ankles, and an over sized Journey shirt that reached her knees.
She sat on the piano bench, thinking. Her back was to me, but i remembered this memory too well.
Her head was tilted to one side and she was staring at something that was placed on the piano stand. She has a short pencil tucked behind one ear and on the piano stand stood a blank piece of manuscript paper.
'Come on Dee, you can do it!' A deep male voice that came from the kitchen encouraged her. The 5-year-old sighed and played a random series of notes, before squealed happily and furiously writing it down on the paper sloppily.
She tucked her pencil back onto her ear but it fell to the ground, wedging itself in between the pedals. She got off the piano bench and bent down to pick it up and very nearly knocked her head on the piano. She ducked just in time.
Her head was still under the piano, she made no attempt to life it up.
She was reading something, under the piano. She stayed there until her father came out of the kitchen, carrying two glasses of what looked like orange juice and cookies on a dented metal tray.
He looked at his daughter who was crouching down under the piano, her head hidden from sight. He placed the metal tray down on the piano. 'Um, Dee what are you doing down there?'He asked calmly, looking like he did not think it was weird that his daughter was sticking her head under the piano.
She brought her head up, expertly avoiding the piano. 'There is sumthin written there dad.' She said, her voice light and cheerful, like this was the most interesting thing she had ever seen.
'Does it say Ida and Tammi?' He said, pulling his daughter up and sitting her down on the piano bench.
She nodded, her hair bouncing. He sighed and ran his hand through his brown hair, his glasses slipping off his nose. 'I carved that there when i was younger, when my first piano teachers, my dear sisters Ida and Tammi gave me a penknife for my birthday' He explained.The little looked puzzled. I did not expect a 5-year-old to understand that.
'Who is Ida and Tammi and i only saw Ida written there.' She asked, her green eyes large.
'My sisters or My first piano teachers. I carved Tammi at the bottom of the piano bench.' He said,his smile was faltering at the mention of their names.
'But-' The little girl began but her father cut her off.
'Now let's have some cookies and juice shall we?' He said, a little too happily.
The girl blinked a little but nodded.'So that's the piano and bench's name? Ida and Tammi?' The girl asked her father, in between gulps of orange juice. He shrugged his shoulders.
'I guess so, we could call the piano and bench IT, after Ida and Tammi.' Her father said, smiling at his little girl who was nibbling cookies.
The memory faded and i was back in Greyson's room. They had called the piano IT after that. It's creepy that i can remember all these details. I thought to myself. I pushed those thoughts away and focused on the task at hand.
'D open the piano.' I whisper to myself. No, that's not right. IT was the name piano and bench. So. it's OPEN THE PIANO BENCH! My eyes widened in realization. Why did i not ever think of that! I open it with the key my father gave me!
'Greyson, I've figured it out.'