Strings Attached

~PROLOGUE~

She has helped me a lot ever since mom died. I don't even want to go there, it's still an exceedingly painful memory. "We'll begin again, okay, Ms. Ali," she tells the girl, who just nods back in answer. Is she dumb or what? The attention I've been throwing her way, any girl would've lost her heart to me by now. Ok, maybe not her heart, but she'd have definitely thrown herself at me wholeheartedly, I guarantee that!

But this one's gone crazy. She pretends as if I don't even exist! And now, since I've got no choice, I've decided to put her in the 'don't care' category which is extremely weird to me and hurts my ego. But, I don't think she will have any companion on that list with her, ever. I'll take care about that.

She is playing a beautiful sea piece which has, extraordinarily soothed my frazzled nerves. She has a great gift. I've always wanted to learn to play the piano. But, when I see my guitar, I forget everything else. It's my life, and I can't think of replacing it with any other instrument. It's my only companion in my hours of loneliness, which are many by the way.

Today, I am determined to see if she is actually icy cold or she has got any emotions behind that veil. I've been thinking of ways to make her stop till it's my turn to sing. Call me a flirt, but it always works with them girls when I stare at them and sing mushy songs. They begin to melt like putty, the moment I begin to sing. I'm thinking of using that weapon on her now. She hasn't heard my sensational voice yet.

The weather is very windy today. Her music session is almost over. And then suddenly-----eureka!! I've got an awesome idea. I get up from my seat, checkout some guitars randomly, and tiptoe towards the window. I open the latch of one of them, and a gush of wind greets my face.

Opening it a bit wider, I get back to my seat with a smug smile upon my face. That should make her stay behind for quite a time! Mrs. Judy is completely oblivious to what I've done just now.

The clock in the music room strikes 12 and the girl gets up from her seat. But before she can gather her notes from the piano stand, the wind sweeps them off their place, and all the papers get scattered upon the floor. 

My plan worked nicely, I think with satisfaction, a wide grin upon my face. "Oh dear, that would take so much time. I've become so forgetful these days. I should have closed that window. Do you need help with those?" Mrs. Judy asks her with a worried expression upon her face.

The girl only shakes her head in answer. "Oh. Okay. Don't bother to ask me about it when you're done, you have my permission to go," Mrs. Judy says smilingly, which makes me jealous because I don't want to share her with anyone, least of all, this veiled girl. 

She immediately bends down to pick up her notes without throwing me so much as a glance. I wonder if she figured it out that I did it on purpose. If she has, she didn't show it. But she wouldn't show any reaction even if the sky fell upon us, so it's not much to go upon, I think.

"Well Dan, what have you got for me today? I want to hear a song from you today, and with the guitar please. Sing me a slow one, I want to see how you're coming on. I expect you've practiced playing slow after our last lesson, right?" Mrs. Judy asks me, and I nod. I have a perfect song ready for today. It will serve both my aims. I've decided to sing the slower version of 'Heartless' by Kris Allen.

Well, grabbing the opportunity I begin to sing staring directly at the girl's bent figure. She has a nice little waist. And that's all I can make out through her abaya, even though it's extremely loose.

In the night, I hear'em talk

The coldest story ever told;

Somewhere far along this road he lost his soul