On Lotus Pond Part 9: Monday’s Child, Saturday’s Child
Part 9 of the Carlos D/ Daniel Kessler Slash Fan fic. As this is my first attempt in writing a slash fic, this story is prone to grammatical errors and plot holes.
Disclaimer: The following literary attempt is purely fictional. The names of the main characters happen to have real life counterparts in the form of very very gorgeous people. Any incident, character or anything that happened in the real life are purely coincidental. While I am somewhat obliged to say that I don’t own these real people, I am just informing anyone not to copy this story and make a buck out of it. Just read and try to enjoy if you please.
Daniel made few slow steps as he stepped to the school grounds of the Juilliard School of Music.
He stopped and surveyed the building and the students scattered around the vicinity.
A group of students are seen clutching their music school books as they make their way inside the building, while a young group of violinists practice a piece while seated on the lush green grass. Another smaller group but seemingly older than Daniel are busy wiping their brass trumpets until it was shining under the sunlight.
Judging from what’s before him, he could tell that this is indeed a very prestigious music school where only the talented musicians and artists are taught and polished.
He still could not believe that day when he was at the parlor room and playing the piano and Carlos approached him casually and said that he’s sending him to the Juilliard.
“The Juilliard. It’s a music school, Daniel.”
“A music school?”
“Yes Daniel, I was thinking that you’re better off cultivating your talent so if it’s alright with you…”
Daniel blinked his eyes. And asked again.
Carlos would normally have no patience of being asked the same question more than once but a river of patience seems to flow into him just by looking into Daniel’s hazel eyes.
“Yes Daniel, you’re going to music school. To the Juilliard.” and flashed a rare, genuine looking smile at him.
“Why not?” Carlos answered arching one brow.
“Well, I’m not sure…”
Carlos sighed. Daniel immediately sensed that Carlos is discouraged of the reaction and suddenly thought that he would be throwing away a chance to be sent to school and get a formal education.
“But I would be lying if I say that I don’t want to go to music school, Mr. Dengler…”
Carlos’ face suddenly lit up.
“Good. Very well then, school starts next week.” and there was a twinkle in Carlos’ eyes when he added, “by the way, you can just call me Carlos.”
Daniel nodded in silence and without thinking, flung himself to Carlos and gave him a bear hug.
Surely, Carlos must be exaggerating that he’s that good to belong here. But still, Daniel liked how Carlos appreciated his talent. Cousin Carlos. That’s what he was instructed on how he should address Carlos in order to keep the nosy people from further questioning him. And it seemed better that way.
He sat quietly at one corner of the classroom, thinking how he will fit in. The rest of the students are well dressed and are comfortable with each other’s company. While his clothing could not be judged as inferior (after all, Carlos gave them to him), he still felt uncomfortable in the presence of other people. He was quietly listening to the constant chatter when,
“Shhh…teacher’s coming!” someone said. Then the whole class became quiet.
A man came in to the room. He took off his hat and hung it in a nearby coat hanger by the doorway along with his navy blue trench coat.
This must be the teacher, Daniel thought.
“Good morning class.” his baritone voice began as he set down his books on the table and surveyed the whole class. “I’ll be your adviser for the whole school year.”
The whole class greeted back in unison in a drone-like manner.
Daniel sat timidly and tried to sit up straight as the teacher continued to speak.
“By the way, I’m Mr. Julian Banks.”
(To be continued)