The melodic piano notes sang sweetly around the institution ushering the anxiety and discomfit that boiled within Jameson. The man sat down outside the classroom. The piano's sweet song came to an end and a cheerful sound of children burst from the children's lips. The loud cheering made the war general jump, having his heartbeat quicken and his eyes widened. He turned to peer into the window, looking into it from the corner of the plastic window. He noticed the group of children all in their uniforms. His eyes searched upwards to see a young lady generously taking in the small praises, or so he assumed. He returned back to his seat having his arms crossed and squirming around in his seat to get comfortable. The mid-day was gentle this day. The sounds of bird chirping, the cool breeze that swayed the tree's bright green leaves, and the distinct sound of piano music playing. He leaned his head against the wall, closing his eyes. Jameson could hear people whisper when they walked past by the older man. He felt his eye twitch uncomfortably. The war general feared nothing, expect for children. The man looked into the corner of the window to lock eyes with a small elementary student. The child big brown eyes stared into his intense one's. Instead of fearing and running towards his teacher, the child smiled and giggled bringing out his rosy cheeks to a blush. Jameson slowly pulled himself away from the window. The child's smile made him feel warmth within his cold heart. The feeling dispersed when the door beside him opened. Out come a copious amount of small children running out of the class in glee. Jameson couldn't help but smile at that sight and stood up slowly. He smoothened out his white v-neck shirt to his blue beat-up jeans. He took in a deep breath and out -- preparing himself for the worst. The man reluctantly walked in. The room was bright, the wall were pristine white, tall slender white squared windows were penetrated by the suns gentle rays, and quaint elegant decor. The prominent item in the room was a big classic piano, beside it was the young teacher -- he approached slowly. "Hello, I'm here for my lesson." He felt abashed when he said the words. An early thirties war general asking for a piano lesson, he could see his comrades laughing at him already. He shook his head lightly chuckling softly pushing, eliciting the anxiety out. He walked towards the piano, studying the piano's sleek black gloss and the mechanics that is exposed to him. As he admired the piano he became oblivious to the lack of words coming out of his lips. It left an awkward silence between the two, which he became affected when he pulled away from the piano's beauty. He looked at her and tried to think of words. "When do we start?" He asked. His words came off rather aggressive and rough.