Robert gazed at the building before him. The North Tower ... it was called. The old gray brick was in contrast to the green all around. The Octavius Crystal School of Music was nestled in a clearing, tall green trees surrounding the ancient buildings.
A girl with medium length brown hair walked up to him. Once she was close enough, the first thing Robert noticed was her really dark eyes, the darkest he had ever seen.
"Are you new to the school?" she asked, brushing her hair behind her ears.
"Yes," Robert replied. "How about you?"
"Well, first for this year. I was here last year. It is a wonderful place to learn. I'm sure you will like it."
Robert smiled. "What is your name?"
"That's different," Robert said. "I don't think I have ever heard that name before."
"Well, it isn't my real name ... Kezzy is short for Kesiah. What's your name?"
Robert smiled again. He was getting ready to shine. "My name is Robert Redgrave. But, you can call me Rob, Bob or even Bobby Red." At her raised eyebrow, he continued: "One of my friends back home use to call me that. He had a worse last name, so we teased each other."
After a moment of silence, Robert went on, "Anyway, what instrument do you play?"
"Oh, the piano is a lovely instrument. I have composed many pieces for the piano. There is no end as to what you can do."
"You compose music?" she asked, her face in shock.
"Sure, have been doing it for at least three or four years. The stuff I have done this past year, though ..." He stopped, leaving the though hang there.
She sensed his thought. "Are you some boy genius?"
"Only time will tell."