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Fic #14: Patience
Request: WYWM, Alec, prompt: guitar lessons
Requested by: kthxrawr
Length: 267
Rating: PG-13 for mild innuendo
Notes: This fic is a piece of crap. And a short one at that. Sorry. I couldn’t think of much to do with it. ^^;;
I am a man of many talents.
Let’s face it: when it comes right down to it, I’m pretty awesome. I have faith in myself to be able to do a lot of things. I can dance. Sing well enough to not scare away small children. Write articulately. Pass my classes, even the boring ones. Throw together a meal that’s edible. Help people out whether they want it or not. And that’s not to even mention my other talents, if you know what I mean.
I have what I might call on my resume an extensive skill set.
Oh, sure, there are things I’m not good at, but everyone has some of those things. Most people don’t worry about it. Nobody can be good at everything, right?
What that absolutely did not explain was why I couldn’t play the guitar to save my life. I mean, I’m coordinated, and have a decent ear for music. So why did this skill escape me?
And why was Skye so God damned understanding about it?
He cleared his throat. “What, uhm, was that?”
I frowned. “The House of the Rising Sun,” I told him.
“Oh,” he said.
A beat.
“Really?”
“Uhm, yes. Apparently.”
Skye bit down on his lip. I figure this was probably to keep from laughing at me. “Try again,” he urged me, which is probably proof, if there is ever going to be proof, that Skye is a friggin’ masochist. “I’m sure you’ll get the hang of it.” He paused, then added, “Eventually.”
Around then is when I decided to show him some of my other talents.