| Heart Beat, Part Three The lights were low in the auditorium that night, and each and every face in the crowd added to both Amaranth's fear and anticipation. Her teacher was close at hand to try and quash any sources excitement but there was little she could do and her own heart was thumping as she prayed the girl would be okay. To her own credit, Amaranth wasn't near as nervous as her poor teacher. The crowd fell into a hush as the girl walked across the stage and took a seat at the piano, at first only trying a few out of key tunes with a cheesy smile that showed she was kidding and got the crowd to smile as well. The teacher watched from the side of the stage, the infectious smile on her own face as well. Then the girl's smile gradually faded and her fingers began to produce lyrical notes that eventually blended into a rather well-orchestrated piece with no hint of her earlier jovial playing. She played quite well for awhile, but towards the end the music began to become choppy and she started to sweat. The crowd didn't boo or disapprove, rather they felt bad for her and gave gentle encouragement. Eventually she was able to get back on track, but she never quite got back up to speed and she began to play even the correct notes in a choppy fashion and clutched her chest with one arm. Every voice was quiet, everyone was still... Then she let go and looked around, and began to play once more. The crowd (and the teacher) were still in a mild state of shock, having expected the poor girl to pass out. They watched incredulously as she continued to play and broke out into slight applause when she left the piano and gave a small curtsy. The girl walked offstage and next to her teacher, looking up with a slight frown. "I don't think they liked me very much, they didn't clap at all..." The teacher simply brought the girl into a tight hug that confused the girl. "I was so worried!" "Why? Momma doesn't worry..." This caused the teacher to frown, she never really heard much about Amaranth's parents, they never seemed to be around during the child's hospital stays. She made a mental note to investigate this later as she lead the child back to the hospital room. ----------------- Three hours and two meals later, Amaranth looked up at her teacher and bit her lip. The teacher simply smiled down at her. "What is it, Amaranth?" She asked gently, playing with the girl's locks gently. "I- it's time for me to take a shower, but..." She flushed gently and gathered all of her courage, shutting those glimmering purple eyes of hers. "I can't reach some places, will you get in with me?" The innocent way in which she said it was almost amusing, and the teacher couldn't help but smile and give a small laugh. She was curious as to where the girl would take this. "Sure, I don't mind helping you at all..." The girl rushed her teacher into a hug, smiling up at her from between her breasts. The teacher got up and took the girl's hand, heading towards the restroom. Amaranth's eyes were glued to her teacher as she waited for her to undress, not making a move to remove any of her own clothing yet. The teacher chuckled and obliged her, though she teasingly removed absolutely everything else possible before even touching her skirt. She undid the button and pulled down the zipper, Amaranth's eyes widening as the teacher's silken panties were finally exposed to her eager gaxe. Slowly the teacher pulled these down her legs as well and purple eyes got their fill of their first look of the teacher fully exposed. At a loss for words, Amaranth didn't budge an inch and the teacher took it upon herself to remove the gown. The warm water cascading from the shower-head was throwing steam into the room and warming up, but Amaranth wasn't sure if that was causing some of the heat she was feeling at the moment. The teacher grinned teasingly and beckoned for Amaranth to follow and then stepped under the warm spray. Blinking and snapping back to reality, the young girl followed her teacher under the warm spray eagerly and began to get her hair wet. It almost seemed like a normal shower until her teacher's words in a slightly sultry tone caused her to flush and close her legs to hide a sudden slight wetness she didn't think was the water. "So... just what part of you was it that you needed help washing?" |