Chapter Seven

                   


                                                     CHAPTER SEVEN 

Students had finally started coming to the music and dance lessons which were held in the large theater behind the huge mansion house. It was a colossal place and had an arrangement of over 50 guests. It was something Jay’s dad had allocated for his son and her friend alone to chase their passion of becoming official dance and song champions.

Jay worked with the violin, guitar, piano and other musical instruments. He had long pursued the dream of becoming the lead musician of a known band. However, at the moment, he was too busy in his studies to pay attention to it, but it was a dream and he would chase it soon enough. 

So in the class of about 37 students was arranged. Most of the people coming were either adolescents or young adults.  Young people, with attentive minds and smiling and sparkling eyes, eager to learn and run after their fervour. Jay knew their looks and questioning gazes too well. He had been there once, himself. He was able to convey his meaning clearly to the people really well and at the same time help them out with their queries since he knew how an amateur musician thinks and acts.

Then there was Dawn. She taught people in their class how to sing, working with high and low pitch levels, increasing and decreasing voice. God! She was an expert. And her voice. Jay couldn’t remember when was the last time he had heard such a sweet, beautiful voice. Maybe it was Debby Ryan or Indina Menzel. But the truth was, he knew, never in living memory had he heard such a complete, attractive voice. The first day Dawn had begun singing, Jay had just stared at her, his instruments forgotten, and gaping at the way her voice floated around the room. Even without the music around, her voice was like a magic symphony which swirled about the room, gushing into ears and producing a mild to strong addictive effect to all those present. Although, Jay knew he may have been a bit biased when it came to Dawn and her ‘virtues’, the look on the faces of the people in the room when she ended, was something which assured him that he had not been wrong. Some faces showed interest, some applauded, while Jay could even spot a few who he knew were envying Dawn for having such a magical tone.

Anyways, so the lessons were held three days a week, mostly alternating but sometimes some were held in a row too. Jay had to keep track of time and since he had time, he wanted to get to know Dawn better. Though they had about three cozy evenings every week, together on account of the classes, somehow it wasn’t enough for Jay. There was something about Dawn, which charmed him like no girl has ever before. He wanted to be with her, most of the time he could. He wanted, more than anything else, to explore her melancholy eyes, which hid a whole other world behind them. Her smile, which was contagious. In fact everything about her was somehow….. Enchanting.

As Thursday was an off day, a seldom depart from the usual bustle of activities Jay had on his occupied mind, he decided to get over Dawn for the evening. They would have fun. And by that he meant it. He told the attendant, who was in charge of all his work, to make sure the whole house was clean and everything, though he would probably spent the evening outside home, but in case he had to bring her back to his place.

Pulling over an extra sweat shirt over his T- shirt, Jay stepped out into the hall and shut his door behind him. It was cold. Not like of course the U.S cold, but still, this area had the most unpredictable weather he had ever seen. It would be a sunny and clear afternoon and then two hours later, there would be storm raging above him, with rain and all. And the evenings were almost cold every other day. The reason was a weird mist, which would settle over the entire place, cool and damp, which was kind of dumb since there wasn’t a coast anyway near here.

Jay made his way into the living room and picked up his car keys from the table. His phone was also there. He started picking it up but then he stopped. Wait. Had he not placed the phone on his dresser after he had talked to Dawn, earlier that day? Then how the hell did the phone reach here? This was troubling. Maybe it was his mom. But she never meddled with Jay’s stuff and he knew it. He looked around for his parents but they were nowhere around. Probably gone shopping. Jay shrugged off the thought and walked out of the house, hands in his pockets, whistling a merry tune. He got into his car and was on his way to pick Dawn up.