Chapter Eight
"Today has to blaze with opportunities." Stan thought deep within himself. Yesterday was good. His parents promised to find him one of the finest music classes in the neighbourhood, paying good money for it too. He had so many questions for Mr. Gold today, even if He didn't want or could not answer them.
He met Mr. Gold in the school's hallway on his way to class…
"Mr. Gold!" He shouted at him…without giving much attention to the "what the deuce?!" look, most of the onlookers gave him as he trotted by them to meet his music teacher.
Mr. Gold turned back swiftly with a reflex to meet his announcer and waited patiently…Stan reached him, a meter apart, panting softly, due to the little exercise and energy he exerted trying to get his target.
"What is the matter?" Mr. Gold asked after observing him a while.
"I was wondering if you could elaborate on the Lute, after class, on a more personal level…"he retorted
Mr. Gold, looked at him, wide-eyed under his intelligible-looking bifocals
"I suppose I could make some time…I am hoping to learn from you too" smiling, eventually to conceal his hidden passionate agenda.
"thanks, that's "Rad" Sir… see you in class…" he said and smirked unnoticed…with a hidden thought looming in his brain "Here we go again…another round of "Mr. Poser's" nerve boggling instigating classes…I am all in."