Guitar strings

      On the weekend, when Remus woke up early in the morning and the first thing he did was look at his phone, he saw several messages. guitarist ♡ Morniing. Let's meet today?

You

I'm for it. Where and what time?

guitarist At my home. I'll teach you to play the guitar;))

You

Hahah, oki

       The correspondence is short, laconic, but definitely promising. Lupin was very interested in music, especially in adolescence, but he did not know how to play any instrument.       Pictures of him and Black sitting on a soft sofa in his apartment were already flashing through his thoughts, dozens of different guitars were hanging on the walls, a bottle of whiskey was on the table.       Things are scattered around the room, but they probably wouldn't care.        After Remus' futile attempts to learn to play at least a little, they would go toa bed, well, or a mattress lying on the floor, and there... You can already give free rein to your imagination.        The photographer got ready slowly. There would be enough time even if it took four hours.       The clothes are nothing interesting, an oversized jacket with an embroidered heart in the corner. It dates back to the days when Lupin was fond of embroidery and knitting. Then he signed up for a school club, where Mrs. Muller, a sweet, elderly woman with gray hair, taught how to knit socks and slippers.       Remus even thought that he would choose knitting as his future income. He is now twenty two. He never chose needlework as a profession.       However, I haven’t regretted taking up photography for a single day.        Cargo jeans that he got from his father, a pocket camera just in case. He didn't know why he was taking the camera with him. Probably just in case.       Now, Remus has already waited for the time and called a taxi.       The driver, fortunately, turned out to be silent but polite. He did not start the dialogue himself. For this you can definitely give five stars in the application.       The journey took about half an hour, and then another kilometer on foot. The area Sirius lived in wasn't old or poor, but it wasn't rich either. High-rise buildings with middle-class apartments.Well, probably, given the not-too-great popularity of the group and Black’s part-time job as a street guitarist, which he talked about at the photo shoot, this is exactly the level of life that suits him.       The right house, the right apartment. Doorbell. The sound of a lock opening.        — Hey, I’ve already missed you, — Black’s breathtaking smile. A slight blush appeared on Lupin's cheeks. Sirius either did not notice or tactfully kept silent about this fact.       In fact, the strange reaction of the guy’s body to the guitarist frightened the photographer himself. All this week he had only one thought: that he, damn it, fell in love with him.This was not yet love, infatuation, but it was so strong that words could not express it. It’s like being thirteen again, again those very days when you live from meeting to meeting.        No matter how much he wanted to be in this state, no matter how much it interfered with his work, he could not fix anything. You can't go against your feelings. All that remained was to measure up.       Remus' thoughts about Black's apartment were not confirmed. Everything turned out completely different.       Bright two-room apartment. In one of the rooms the walls are white, without wallpaper. Minimalistic interior, a couple of posters with their musical group on the walls. Several indoor plants, a cactus, a ficus and, like, a money tree. Bed and nightstand.       — Do you live alone? - Lupin asked casually. In fact, he was more interested in knowing that Black was basically alone. Not only lives.        — During the holidays, Reg lives with me until his university studies end. But yes, alone, — Black walked through the door into the second room, which looked a little different, and took the classical guitar off the wall. - So, should I teach you how to play?        Lupin, although slightly apprehensive about picking up an electric guitar that clearly cost around £5,000 at best, decided that since Sirius was around, nothing would happen.        — Well, you understand that I... Eh... I don’t know how to play at all? - the photographer either asked or approved. — I beg you, — the guitarist laughed at this. — The basics of the game can be mastered in two months. If you want, of course.        Remus wanted to, yes, absolutely. He liked music for a very long time, but for some reason he never studied it. And learning to play at least easy songs is a very tempting idea.        Lupin also went into the second room, apparently for rehearsals. There were two more electric guitars and two sound amplifiers, obviously for each, a small table on which: picks, a footrest, a clothespin, or whatever it is, and some kind of larger clothespin. Remus had no idea what this was. — Sirius, what are these two clamps? - he asked, as curiosity could not be taken away.        — Which ones?.. Ahh. Haha. It’s a tuner and a capo, — Black responded, amazed at the photographer’s alternative name.        Lupin looked at him with a look that literally said: “Now you haven’t helped me one bit.”        — A tuner is for tuning the strings, a capo is for pressing on some fret and raising the tonality, that is, making the note higher than it would sound without it, — the guitarist said patiently.       — Why do classical and electro sound different, although the strings are approximately the same?        — Firstly, they are made of a different material, and in general the structure of the guitar is completely different. It’s the same with a bass guitar, you can barely hear it without an amplifier, — Black answered questions like a pro, not only clearly, but also with enthusiasm. I added my experience, the experience of my younger brother. I wanted to learn more and more.        After about twenty minutes of theory, they finally moved on to practice. And this is where things started to get rough.The fingers did not press with the force that was required, even if you cracked. C major sounded like someone was washing windows. And when it came to the supposedly “basic” F major chord, Lupin wanted to throw the guitar at the wall.        No matter how hard he tried, the stupid barre spoiled everything that didn’t exist before.       — I can not take it anymore! — the poor photographer shouted exhaustedly.        — Well, be quiet, calm down, — Black ran his hand along his back, causing slight goosebumps. -— Let's try it with notes. Press C on the first fret, the second to last string.        Sirius directed Remus's fingers and the note, to the latter's surprise, actually worked. Clamping one string, as opposed to three and the like, is much easier. True, he needs to tinker with his left and right hands so that they move differently, but overall it’s not difficult, his fine motor skills are well developed thanks to knitting.        So they moved on. D, E, damn F, which turned out to be a very normal note.        They sat for about half an hour. At this time, Black talked about his not very happy childhood, which made him and his brother understand a little more. He described his studies at school, said that he was involved in a lot of things, but he got into rock first of all to spite his parents, and then he fell in love with all his soul and got his brother hooked on him.       Remus talked about his life in America, about studying at the university to become a veterinarian; he never worked in his specialty. He told me about his childhood hobby, which made Sirius happy, because he realized that it would be much easier. He said that his parents worked constantly, so he lived with his grandmother throughout his childhood, but now they often communicate, although mostly by phone.       Working in England does not allow frequent flights.       Everything was going great until... - Yes, salt is excellent. Now press the A note on the second fret.       Lupin's fingers suddenly met and locked Sirius' palm. He, perplexed, looked up at the photographer. Their lips met. The kiss wasn't too long or sensual. But he was their first.        When their lips parted, Remus was the first to say something.        - Fuck.