"Ok Elizabeth, from the top," Mr Burton, my piano teacher instructed. I adjusted the paper on the music stand and began playing the series of chords to Fur Elise.
My fingers glided swiftly along the piano keys in time to the metronome ticking away on the mantelpiece, a soft smile present on my face. The music was such a beautiful piece, gentle and calming to your mind. I often listened to it during stressful coursework or homework.
"Elizabeth!" Mr Burton suddenly halted my fingers, bringing an arm over mine to indicate that I should stop playing. "Concentrate."
At his words, I felt a pang of disappointment in my chest. He hadn't stopped me before, usually waiting until I had finished the piece to give me constructive criticism. After a deep breath, I began tapping at the keys deftly.
"Right, stop," he sighed, sweeping my nimble fingers away from the keys and placing his in their place. "Listen to the music, feel the notes. Concentrate."
Wondrous music drifted to my ears, slipping the content smile back onto my lips. Happy memories rushed to the surface of my mind until a rough note from Mr Burton snapped me back to the present time and I returned my gaze back to the piano, not knowing it had drifted to the window.
"Elizabeth," he began, turning his posture to face me, halting the music, "are you alright? You seem distant this lesson."
An odd feeling of panic fluttered around in my stomach, realising where my thoughts had been placed. "Sorry, sir," I said, doing some very quick thinking. "School has me stressed with all the upcoming due dates for coursework and exams. I'll try my best to focus."
"Oh, really? That's a shame. I was hoping you would perform a duet with your friend in the music concert next week at your school ... what was her name again, Savannah?"
"Alexis," I automatically replied, resisting the urge to grin. She never got opportunities like this, and how grateful she would be to have the chance to show off her skills. "I'm sure she would love to."
"Brilliant. Ah, look at the time. I will see you next week for our lesson before the concert, make sure you bring Alexis and I can help you both practice, but please make sure Alexis remembers - we know how forgetful she is." Mr Burton reminded, and I smiled half-heartedly. I was always the one having to remind her about everything, it was surprising how much she forgot.
I gathered my sheets and slipped them in my folder, before grabbing my school bag and heading out the door of the music centre. After saying goodbye to my piano teacher and turning down the road, I reached into my pocket for my phone and began tapping out a message to Alexis.
"I have some news for you, my friend..."