"Grandpa! Is this really necessary??" Complained a young boy, whose short brown hair rustled in the breeze, his dark brown eyes staring at the old man in front of him in an almost pleading gesture like a puppy trying to be cute. Drenched in sweat, the small boy carries a pot half the size of him full of water from one end of a grass covered yard to the other. On the side he heads towards are three other similarly sized pots, all filled with water, seemingly waiting for him to pick them up again. "Edwin. I've told you once and I've told you a thousand times! Of course its necessary! If the pots stay too long in one spot they leave a divot in the ground and kill the grass! I don't want to ruin this beautiful garden!" says the old man sitting underneath a large umbrella protecting him from the hot sun. He gestures his arms out towards the yard as if displaying a grand work of art. In reality, the yard is a completely ruined mess with dirt patches littering the ground and signs of dragging and over use being obvious. The happy old man sips on a small cup of tea as he supervises the boys progress, his warm grey eyes watch Edwin just like a grandpa would watch their young grandson having fun playing with toys.
"Why don't you do this yourself then old man" Grumbled Edwin underneath his breath. "You wouldn't want an old man like me to hurt himself now would you Edwin? I cant lift a lot of weight in my old age you know! I'll hurt my meniscus!" replied the old man from a good distance away where it would have been impossible to hear such a quiet mumble. "What the heck is a meni sass?? Wait grandpa! How did you even hear me from so far away?" Asked Edwin yelling across the field "Hah??? What are you saying boy? Speak up! I'm hard of hearing you know!" yelled the old man cupping his hand to his ear and leaning closer toward Edwin's direction as if to try and hear him better. "Ugh! This is stupid!" said Edwin who is now reasonably frustrated "No, That's Pottery!" the old man quickly yelled back laughing to himself as he sips his tea.
A short time passed by until the Old man gestured over to young Edwin to come over under the umbrella to take a break.
"Come now boy! You've worked hard enough come and take a seat! Have some of this nice cold brew tea I made." Edwin drops the pot onto the ground almost falling as he stumbles towards the shaded area where he can finally rest.
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The seat beside the Old man is now occupied by a sweat covered and clearly exhausted Edwin who is trying their hardest to catch their breath. "Here would you like some?" The old man handing over a glass of cold tea, a small lemon can be seen inside with slight condensation outside of the glass. "Of course thanks grandpa! You make the be-" as Edwin tries to grab the cup it is pulled away. "ah ah ah, first repeat after me" the old man says, he then proceeds by singing a note and looks expectantly at Edwin. "Aaahghh" Edwin tried to replicate what the Old man did but is quickly chided "No no, not like that! I'll do it again but this time listen to it, feel it" again the note was sung by the Old man. Edwin did not know what his Grandpa meant by "feeling" a note but he gave it a shot anyways "Aaaahhh", "Better, but not quite there yet" said the Old Man as he took a sip from Edwin's cup with Edwin looking in complete shock. "Every time you get it, I will pour some of the tea into a tiny cup for you to drink. Every time you don’t however, I will take a sip of your tea. Isnt this fun!" said the Old man with a smile on his face "Now, again!" .
This "game" as he liked to call it went on for quite some time with Edwin not being able to produce the note the way his Grandpa wanted up until there was only a very small amount left in the glass. Edwin concentrated and focused, his look of determination catching the eye of the Old man. "Feel it" Edwin said to him self "Feel…" Edwin's eyes closed and everything went quiet, as if the wind had stopped to listen in on the concert to be performed. At first Edwin started off with a note that was way off mark but he maintained his sound, "Listen" he told himself as he started to go up in pitch listening to the sound he was producing. "Feel it" he said again internally as he noticed the vibrations in his throat and in his body change as he changed his tone. Edwin also felt something else going on while he was singing but did not quite know what it was. He did this for a few seconds until he finally found it, the exact note his Grandfather wanted.
Edwin opened his eyes to see his Grandpa with a look of shock but then quickly changing it to a big smile. "Ah yes that was good! As promised Edwin, here is the rest of your tea" said the Old man letting out a breath that he didn’t know he was holding, Edwin grabbed the glass noticing a small crack on it "Geez Grandpa! You gotta take better care of your stuff! All of my tea could have leaked out of this!" exclaimed Edwin, his Grandpa gave a small nervous chuckle and said "ha ha you're right, sorry! I do need to take better care don’t I" as he watched young Edwin drink from the glass that he nearly destroyed if the old man had not been there to stop it.