I came to the park every Monday after my students had gone home for the day. At the park I would play my cello and my adoptive brother would accompany it with his violin. Many children gathered around as well as their parents to listen. Some of the children are brought over to the park when we play by Xaria Snow, the director of Breeze Hill Orphanage. She was Kyle's warden before Kyle was adopted by Amber and George Ambruzzi, my parents. Amber is the head of the hospital and George is a successful romance novelist known for his adult fiction as well as some others. I never had any brothers or sisters until they adopted Kyle when he was nine (and I was ten).
When we play at the park, I noticed that one particular man came each and every time we played. This mysterious man had dark eyes, raven hair, and porcelain skin. He was always in an expensive Armani suit, carrying a brief case. He looked as though he could make anything and everything attractive by just standing near it. He would stand under the same old, ugly, dead tree for nearly three hours. When we would start playing, he would close his eyes and lean against the tree. For some odd reason, I felt attracted to him and as I would play, I would watch him carefully from the corner of my eyes just to watch him listen to us. Kyle had taken notice and would tease me about it occasionally. Then I would return the taunting by mocking him about being too chicken to ask out Scott’s cousin, Dana.
Scott and I have been friends for the longest time. We studied music together for ten years starting when we were thirteen. He plays the piano and I play nearly any instrument I can get my hands on at the moment. If I can’t find anything I’ll usually resort to singing. That’s why he, Kyle and I started our own private music school called the Academy. Scott teaches piano and some other wind instruments, Kyle the violin and most string instruments, and I give voice lessons and teach any instrument that Scott and Kyle can’t that our students want. It’s a very successful business as well as rewarding.
This is my life and I wouldn't change it for the world but sadly it'll change whether or not I acquire the world. In the form of a storm, each and every aspect of my seemingly perfect life will be formed anew but will it be for better or for worse?
When we play at the park, I noticed that one particular man came each and every time we played. This mysterious man had dark eyes, raven hair, and porcelain skin. He was always in an expensive Armani suit, carrying a brief case. He looked as though he could make anything and everything attractive by just standing near it. He would stand under the same old, ugly, dead tree for nearly three hours. When we would start playing, he would close his eyes and lean against the tree. For some odd reason, I felt attracted to him and as I would play, I would watch him carefully from the corner of my eyes just to watch him listen to us. Kyle had taken notice and would tease me about it occasionally. Then I would return the taunting by mocking him about being too chicken to ask out Scott’s cousin, Dana.
Scott and I have been friends for the longest time. We studied music together for ten years starting when we were thirteen. He plays the piano and I play nearly any instrument I can get my hands on at the moment. If I can’t find anything I’ll usually resort to singing. That’s why he, Kyle and I started our own private music school called the Academy. Scott teaches piano and some other wind instruments, Kyle the violin and most string instruments, and I give voice lessons and teach any instrument that Scott and Kyle can’t that our students want. It’s a very successful business as well as rewarding.
This is my life and I wouldn't change it for the world but sadly it'll change whether or not I acquire the world. In the form of a storm, each and every aspect of my seemingly perfect life will be formed anew but will it be for better or for worse?
