10: “Teach me how to play?”
Whenever Luke had a hard day at the studio, he’d come home with a dejected look and head straight for the piano that sat in the middle of your shared living room. You leaned against the wall, watching as Luke’s fingers seemed to glide over the keys as he played a song you had never heard before. You watched as the tension seemed to leave his shoulders with every key he pressed; the furrow of his brows loosening, and his expression becoming altogether more relaxed.
You waited until he looked up at you with a small smile before walking over, and gesturing for him to move over on the small piano stool. You placed a quick kiss on his cheek before placing your fingers over a few keys on the left side of the piano. “Teach me how to play?”
Luke scratched at the back of his neck, where little curls were peeking out from underneath his beanie. “I’m better at guitar than piano.”
You rolled your eyes at him and started playing the beginning to Mary Had a Little Lamb, the only song you had ever been able to play on the piano. “You’re good at music. Period.”
Luke tried and failed to hide his grin behind his hand, always being one to preen at praise. He watched you hit the last few notes before placing his hands at the keys on the right side of the piano. “Play it again? I’ll add on.” And as you played the song again, he added embellishments every now and then, making Mary had a little lamb sound like a completely different and original song.
When he hit the last few notes, you turned to him. “Want to talk about what happened at the studio?”
He shook his head. “Not right now, I kind of just want to play music with you for a while.”
“Okay” you looked down at the keys again “teach me another song…”