Well, I think I'm going to attempt to write another story. This idea has been in my head for ages now and I think I'm gonna give it a shot. I have big plans for this, so keep the comment coming, I love reading them all!
Also, guys! I have started re-writing this story on Fanfiction.net. The link is in my siggy. The new version had waaaayy more detail than this one.
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4290128/1/My_Only_One
Chapter One
“Mom, I don’t want to take piano lessons,” a little boy pleaded to his mother.
“Nathan, you are going. And it will be fun. I hear the teacher is a lot of fun and he’s a boy. And I also heard he used to be in a band, maybe you can ask him about that,” the boys mother said trying to convince him to go to the lesson.
“But mommy, I want to play the guitar. Piano is for girls,”
“I don’t know about that Nate, I used to have a friend, who was a boy and he was an amazing piano player. And girls were crawling over him,”
A slight red shad began to crawl onto Nate’s cheek.
“And I'll make a promise right now, if you go through with these lessons for two months, I let you take guitar lessons. Deal?”
“Deal,” Nate replied as he and his mother shook hands. They both got out of the car and hand in hand walked into the building.
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Nate’s mom wasn’t able to come into the lesson with him. She had received an important phone call and had to step outside. He wasn’t very sure what his mom did for her job, but she was always getting calls and having to rush to different places. She had been doing this his entire life, he was used to it by now. But not have his mommy there with him, made him a little nervous.
Slowly, he opened the door his mom had directed him to go through. Inside sat a beautiful white, grand piano. But there was no one in the room, other than himself. Nate just figured his mother must have sent him to the wrong room, so he turned around a started for the door. He was almost there when a voice called out,
“Are you Nathan?”
He turned around and got the first glimps of his new piano teacher. He was a younger looking man, maybe 25 years old. Nate nodded his head.
“I like to be called Nate though,”
“Well, hello there Nate. I’ll be your new piano teacher. My name is Nicholas, but you can call me Nick,” he gave a reassuring smile and suddenly all of Nate’s fears were washed away.
So what do you think??
