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Piano Lessons - How It Began

... almost eight months. She was his first for everything, so she'll hold a special place in his heart forever. But after that, he just had a hard time meeting girls who he really connected with. He isn't the type to sleep around, though he has had a few friends he has fooled around with. I let him do most of the talking, enjoying getting to know his life. Though by the time we get our food, he asks about my life. I tell him about the divorce and about my kids, how I've been focusing on them. But I'm ready to see what else the world has to offer me. Knowing there has to be more than what I have so far and I can't wait to find out. After lunch is done, I drop him off at his Nan’s house, where I wish him a good evening and I'll see him the next day. I'm almost sad our time is up, but I'm glad to be seeing him again tomorrow. It seems silly to fancy someone who is almost twenty years my junior, but he doesn't make me feel old. Not that he has, in anyway flirted with me. But it is all still nice. Making a new friend and such. *** The next day, Isaac is on time for his lesson. He has on black slacks, with a light blue button down shirt. I think he dressed up a little more than I'm used to with my students. I can't help but smile, when I greet him at the door. We only make small talk for a moment, because I'm so used to ushering my students in and getting right down to business. I tell him to warm up, let me hear what he knows. When he begins to play, I have to stop and just stare. ...

... His fingers move so gracefully over the keys. I'm not sure what he's playing, which surprises me, but it just makes you want to keep listening. It is soft, almost dream-like. It is a beautiful piece. I do hear a few corrections that need to be fixed, though. But overall, Isaac is an amazing pianist, or at least compared to the kids I teach. “What did you think? Be honest” He turns on the beach and looks at me with a shy smile. I sit beside him now, the warmth of his body heat feels nice against me. “I think you play with passion, that much is clear. I've never heard of the song, what is it?” I ask. “I think you can hear that it's been a while since you've played, but you definitely have skills, Isaac.” “It's a piece my mother wrote when I was young. She is who I learned to play from. That is a lullaby she'd play for me when I couldn't sleep. Sappy, I know. But, it was the first real piece I learned, once I knew how to play.” “Both my kids learned through me as well. It was a real bonding time. Both still play from time to time, but they don't have the same kind of passion for it as I do. Your mother is very talented, Isaac.” “Oh, she knows. Though she loves being told so, she adores when people stroke her musical ego. Though she isn't cocky, or anything,” his boyish grin appears on his face once more. The grin I'm growing so fond of. Both laughing, I begin to play a familiar piece. It is one I play for my more advance students, and Isaac quickly joins in. We work together well, ...