After lunch, Solana practiced her guitar, while waiting for her music teacher. She strummed the guitar, looking out of the window.
A silver car pulled over, parking in front of my house. 'He is here!' Solana rose from her seat, and walked downstairs, carrying her guitar and books under her arms. The bell rang. 'Ting-tong'
She opened the door, said "Good evening, Professor."
"Evening Solana." He said, strutting inside, with his cane and hanged his coat on the rack beside the door.
They walked to the living room, he said "I hope you have been practicing."
Solana said. "Yes Sir, I have!"
"Good then today we won't be playing anything. You will learn the circle of fifths and basic note reading. Now open page 40 of music theory!"
Solana pulled a book with white cover out of the pile of books, she sat on the couch, flipped through the pages.
