we save rock and roll

Dian was walking through the common area with a black leather jacket, a white t-shirt underneath, dark blue jeans and some Nike shoes on as he headed to the music room to meet with Andi. He still wasn’t sure how he felt about her, and it made him super frustrated. He hated being confused. He wanted a direct answer -- like math.

He arrived at the door of the music room and put his hand on the doorknob. Before twisting the doorknob, opening the door and entering, he listened. He heard a sound from the door. It sounded great, whatever it was. He wasn’t music savvy. He looked into the window and saw Andi sitting there, playing her guitar.

The blonde haired boy finally opened the door and leaned his shoulder against the wall. ”You sound great.”

”Hey,” he greeted. “You don’t have to thank me. Ask anyone. It was great,” Dian smiled brightly at her.

“So, uh, I see why you like going here,” he said, trying to make smalltalk. His hands were behind his back, his thumbs fiddling with each other, and his brain was racing with frustration, embarrassment and nervousness. He was thinking of things to say while having to keep the conversation moving so that there wouldn’t be awkwardness, so he really was saying the first things that came to his mind.

"I don't, unfortunately, but I would love to hear you play something," Dian grinned. "Have you written any songs?" he asked her. Really, this attempt at small talk was sad. Dian was never really good at making conversations with others.

“I’m into pop-rock music,” he answered to the second part of her question. Dian, admittedly, had a small guilty pleasure -- 5SOS. He had only gotten into them a few days ago, but he felt like he could relate...kind of.

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”Yeah...I’m not that music savvy. I would try to play, though. Maybe you could teach me or something. Apparently, I pick up things fast,” Dian grinned.

He walked with her back to the spot where she was playing her guitar and sat down. “So, uh, how long have you been playing?” he asked. She was really good. She had to have been playing for years.

When replying to him liking pop-rock music, Dian felt a little awkwardness in her answer. “And, um, what kind of music do you like?”

OOC: This feels really short. I haven’t posted in a week :(

”I’d actually really like that,” Dian replied after a small awkward silence and grinned sheepishly. “So, um, what do I do first?” Dian asked, grabbing a random guitar off the wall, fumbling with it to position himself in the right position to play.

OOC: Sorry this is so short! Haven’t posted in like 10k years :(

Dian, truthfully, barely got any of it. Andi was sort of teaching a bit too fast for him to process. Dyslexia and all. Still, he kept a playful smile on his face and rid any sign of confusion from it. He followed her fingers and put his fingers first on E, strummed the guitar awkwardly, then A, D, G, B, and finally E.

Andi quickly moved on to the chords after telling him the strings and what letters they were -- Dian didn’t know what the letters meant. He never really...studied music. She pointed to the strings for the minor E chord and he put his fingers where she put them.

Being the attached weirdo he was, he felt a sensation, as if he had made contact with her.

”It’s alright. I don’t mind. That was really good,” Dian smiled. He liked how she got so into playing her guitar. Maybe some day he could match the passion Andi had for her guitar. It didn’t have to be the guitar, exactly. It could’ve been something he liked…

“So, uh, what’s the next chord?” he asked her. It really didn’t seem like he was interested, but he was. He wanted to learn an instrument, truly. And he liked his teacher. Not in the wrong way though. He liked having her teach him. . Yep.