“Ow. Seriously?”

Sera blinked at her fingers like they’d betrayed her.

“Welcome to your first guitar lesson,” I said, smirking. 

She narrowed her eyes. “You didn’t say it was medieval torture.”

My last student lasted one lesson…bailed almost before starting.  

But Sera? Motivated. I think she’ll make it. 

“This thing buzzes like a dying mosquito,” she grumbled. 

“That’s music being born,” I said sagely.

She laughed. Winced, Laughed again. 

“I thought this would be easy,” she said. 

“It is,” I lied. “Eventually.”

She took a deep breath. Strummed again.

Off-key. Out of tune. Buzzing strings. Beautiful anyway.