The woman didn’t respond to the taunt. It was harmless and rhetorical, when clearly she had missed the instrument, covered by the wooden mass of a piano decorating the music room. “You should keep these two here,” said Courtney, nonchalant when she carefully took the student’s index and middle finger and placed them in a different position and curvature. “It will make it easier to change the chords.” With a few centuries on her back and passionate about anything related to arts, Courtney knew her share of musical instruments and distinct music styles. The professor retracted her hands, smiling kindly at the colored-haired girl. “You tell me - should I worry?” She chuckled. Obviously, she hadn’t done anything wrong, or else Courtney’s tone would be much different.
Golden eyes watched the teachers movement and the back of her throat ripped into a growl, low and rumbling to only herself. She resisted the urge to let it tear out as she flinched her hand away. “I’ve been playing guitar since I was fifteen. I think I know my way around a fret board.” She huffed, lying through the skin of her teeth. Zoey had only picked up the guitar two years back when the lead guitarist of Sage’s Gaze had dropped out. Liam had always been on bass and her the keyboard. She’d been playing the piano for as long as she could remember, and memories of a beautiful grand piano stretched far into the back of her mind. She was sure that she had forgotten how to play now.
“I dunno,” Zoey shrugged, reaching a hand up to push the ever growing nuisance that was her bangs out of her eyes. “Do you care for the second floor bathrooms? Because they were like that already.”
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