Snippet #1759105

The piano played the first three notes.

It took Jas most of his morning to transport the piano to school. First he had to push it out his front door, an easy enough event, but it was sullied by the sharp cries of a cat he ran over. The cat still had three good legs, so Jas didn't trouble himself too much about it. Next was connecting it onto his bike. He refused to let Lalita, his wife, drive him to school. Jas didn't exactly say no, because he never could say no to her. Jas just took her hand; he squeezed it gently but firmly and opened the front door for her to leave. They communicated best this way and Lala didn't mind. She left without a fuss. The car furthered the destruction of nature as she drove away.

Jas wrapped chains around the piano and hooked those chains to the back of his bike. The next issue came when Jas discovered the effects of a hill on a heavy object. The piano decided it was ready to go and, before Jas could get on his bicycle, it left. It soared down the hill, narrowly avoiding cats (its natural enemy), cars and morning joggers as it dragged his bike along. Jas rushed after the piano while he apologized to the crowd of people cursing his name. It was very difficult not to roll down the hill like a tumbleweed after it, but he managed to stay on his feet. The piano sat comfortably atop a park bench at the bottom, resting its 88 keys in preparation for the day's activities. Jas left an apology note to the hobos who traditionally slept on the bench and continued on his way, pushing the piano down the street with his bike atop it.

Three hours later, Jas made it onto school grounds. First, he tried carrying it up the stairs. That ended immediately when he saw the elevator sitting nearby. He moved the piano into it. They rode up and although Jas feared the elevator would commit suicide, they made it to the appropriate floor. Now in front of his classroom - he couldn't see the door past the piano, but he believed he had a pretty good feel for where the classroom was - Jas played the three notes described above and then launched the piano inside. He jumped atop it and accidentally kicked his bike to the floor. From there, the bike hopped onto his desk.
~"A piano with chains rules more than a piano without, a piano with chains connected to a bicycle plays - beautiful melon melodies without a doubt!"~ Jas sang at a ridiculous decibel, then landed on a stool and pushed it in front of the piano.
~"I'm your teacher! Doctor - Professor - Mister, Call me Jas or call me sister,"~
Jas played a piece reminiscent of a Dracula movie,
~"and I am going to teach you music today! YEAH, YEAH, YEAH!"~

Breathing heavily, he turned to his class. He was the man!

But this wasn't his class. He looked around.
Oh no!This is the frozen abode of Dark Snow, the evil version of Snow White!

"Sorry kids!" He called. He picked up his bicycle, dropped it, and then picked it up again. He tossed it on his piano and pushed it out as quickly as possible.
Oh my shiva, oh my shiva, she's going to catch me and kill me and - oh no!
He found his classroom and pushed his piano inside. He saw his kids and absentmindedly waved hello. He really did not want to get into trouble - again. Especially not from that abhorred Dark Snow. Then something donned on him.
He stared at it closely.
"Oh." He said. There was a piano sitting in his classroom already, courtesy of the school.
It had always been there. Jaswinder had no need to bring his own. He was swiftly proving himself to be a disorganized mess. He sighed, his darker feelings circling up his throat. Casting them away from him, he faced his students,
"Hey. . .guys," He said. "Like my chained piano?"

Some kids consented and some did not. He was most anxious about the ones who said nothing. The ones who gave him that hard, complicated look. That look he knew all too well. It said: Should you even be teaching?
He gulped. Jas didn't need to see that look today. He quickly turned to the board, streaking a line across it with his chalk.
"What is this, my heroic students?"
"A rainbow?" A girl said. Her hair was the colour of a rainbow, incidentally.
"Please raise your hand." He said, although he knew he had given the impression that they were to speak openly.
Another mistake.
"A line drawn by a really lame teacher?" Another female opined. Everyone laughed. Jas did, too.
He tried not to take it too seriously, although he wanted to.
"Any other guesses? Yes - you." He couldn't remember the boy's name.
"It's a string of an instrument."
"Hmm, interesting." Jas said.
"Maybe a line where a note is placed on the grand staff?" Another female guessed.

In fact, Jas just wanted them to think. He wanted them to see more than just a streak on a chalkboard. That was the whole point. He didn't tell them that, however. Instead he said,
"Cool!"
and pushed his chained piano aside. While students whispered in confusion, he prepared himself in front of the piano the school provided.
"Today I want us to learn some basic finger positions. We'll start with the C five finger position. Can anyone tell me where that begins?"
"Middle C, mister. . . sir. . ." The rainbow girl said. Then it occurred to her, "You never told us your name?"
"Yes, I did. I did a song and. . ." Oh right. That was the other class.
He was messing up again! He laughed it off,
"Um, my name is Jaswinder Jakkamsetti. Call me Jas or call me si - well, just call me Jas."
"Jazz?" The evil female said, "Like the type of music? Do you wake up in the morning with the intent to be so cliche? Oh, I'm a musician, and my name happens to be something related to music. I might as well call you Cadence Melody Andante!"
"Well, that's not my name. . .It's Jas," He tried, not successively, to defend himself. "But yeah um. . .well, you know. If you don't want to be here. . ."

Jas was really bad at this next part, so he just let it all out in a rush - in the form of a song. It was accompanied by him playing the piano. Yeah.
~"If you don't want to be here, then please take your ugly backpack and leave, because your mother smells like cheese, and your attitude is a venereal disease!"~
"What did you say 'bout me motha?" Evil female said, rising. Jas had made yet another misstep.
"Um, nothing, I am sure she is lovely. . .If a little hard and moldy." He laughed a bit.

No one else did. Damn it.