| I struggled over to the piano bench and sat down. I placed the crutches on either side of me and winced as I moved my hurt ankle.
I started to play the piano, using my left foot to use the sustain pedal. Normally that was a job for the right foot, but since my ankle was in a cast, that would not do.
I concentrated as I played. I was having trouble with the song, but kept trying. I was stuck on a part of the song that I could not figure out. I stopped playing and folded my hands on the piano.
"Do you need help?" Edward's voice said from behind me. I jumped and drew in a sharp breath.
"Uh... sure." I said, regaining my composure. "I'm stuck on a part."
"I can see that." Edward said. There was amusement in his voice. "May I sit down?"
"Sure." I said, nodding. The piano bench was long, but I moved over slightly anyways.
"How is your ankle?" Edward asked, taking a seat next to me.
"It's fine most of the time." I replied, shrugging.
"And your seizure?" Edward said. "That was certainly unexpected."
I nodded. "I get them every once in a while. I have bad asthma too."
"Wow." I heard Edward whisper.
"It's not that bad." I said. "I'm use to it."
"O if only you knew." Edward said gently. "You'd be surprised."
"Meaning?" I said, curiously.
"I'll tell you some other time." Edward said. "As for the piano piece. You're playing with the incorrect fingers. May I touch your hand?"
I unfolded my arms and extended my right hand. I felt Edward's hand gently take mine and place it on the piano. His hand was icy cold, which was odd, but I dismissed it.
"Instead of playing this with your first finger, switch to the third finger to start on. Just continue with the same pattern. If you use the correct fingerings, you can get the tempo that you were trying to achieve."
I listened to Edward's instructions carefully. I placed my fingers on the appropriate keys.
"Give it a try." Edward said, reassuringly. "Just the right hand for now."
I obeyed and did as he said. After a few tries, I got it right, then added the left hand. I smiled when I got them both right.
"Great job Sarah." Edward said. I could hear him smiling. "Very good job."
"Thanks." I said, smiling. "I should probably get going now."
"Of course." Edward said. I heard him stand up. "Let me help you." he said.
I grabbed the crutches and used them as a support to stand. As I stood, I accidently stepped on my hurt ankle. I fell back.
"It's all right." Edward said, holding me in his arms, "I got you. Are you all right?"
"Yes." I said. "I'm fine."
Edward steadied me on my crutches. "Do you need a ride home?" he said.
"Yes." I said. "I don't feel like waiting."
Edward laid his hand on my shoulder as we walked out of the music room together.
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