Henry Stein x Reader {Completed}

Chapter 6: Sheep, Sheep, Sheep...

Henry's POV:

I forced myself to keep moving forward in hope to distract myself from y/n. Right outside y/n's office, I found a door that led to what used to be Sammy's office. But I couldn't get inside of it because a huge leak of ink was blocking off the doorway.

"Well, there's the pump switch alright. But that's one hell of a leak blocking the door though. If I could just stop the ink from flowing, maybe I could get in."

I had already looked around everywhere in the studio and couldn't find any way to stop the ink from flowing.

But then it hit me: I had been everywhere except for the closet to my right.

I pulled through the sticky ink and walked over to the hall closet. I tried to open it, only to find that it was locked.

But that wasn't a problem. I knew exactly where the keys were; right where y/n always hid them: the trash.

I checked all the trash cans in hope to find the keys to Wally's closet. After a few minutes of checking, I finally found them in one of the trash cans in the recording studio.

All thanks to y/n for telling me where those keys were thirty years before.

I headed back over to the closet and unlocked it. But all I found was an audio log.

"Are you kidding me?!" I groaned with frustration. Finding nothing else to do, I clicked the play button to hear Sammy's voice.

"Every artistic person needs a sanctuary. Joey Drew has his and I have mine. To enter you need only know my favorite song:

"The violin shudders with a piercing voice. The piano delicately calls. The drum thunders in triumph. And the piano returns in graceful harmony.

"Sing my song and my sanctuary will open to you."

So just play each of those instruments in that order and his so-called sanctuary would be opened? That shouldn't be too hard... that is if I were a musician it wouldn't be. And besides, what song was I even supposed to play, anyway?

It didn't hurt to just give it a shot. I guessed I should just play whatever I could think of. Maybe I could still remember some of the stuff y/n taught me if I tried hard enough.

I headed back over to the recording studio. The first thing I did was pick up a violin that was resting on one of the chairs. I tried to remember how y/n taught me to hold it.

"The shoulder rest obviously rests on your shoulder. Then you rest your chin here. Now you hold the neck with your left hand."

I then picked up the bow and played an open note on one of the strings. It didn't sound too horrible. For a non musician at least... hopefully.

I headed over to the piano and sat down on the bench. Now, what was something simple y/n taught me?

"Now break up the scale like that and play each note at once: there you have a chord."

I played what I thought I remembered y/n teaching me a chord was. I assumed I got it right since it actually sounded quite nice.

I walked over to the opposite side of the room where the drum was and noticed the mallet sitting on top.

"No no no, you're holding it wrong. Hold it like this."

I picked up the mallet in what I assumed was the right way and hit the drum. That was easy enough.

I went back to the piano once more then played a chord again. Suddenly the gate to my left began opening to what I guessed was Sammy's sanctuary.

I guess y/n forcing me to learn how to learn how to play music really did come in handy.