No Strings Attached

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In the morning, Quinn woke up to the soft sounds of the guitar. She got up and walked down the hall, pausing in the doorway of the music room when she spotted Noah.

"Morning." Quinn said.

"Morning." Noah repeated. "I hope I didn't wake you up."

"No, I was up." Quinn told him. "What are you doing?"

"Working." Noah shrugged. "Messing around."

Quinn nodded as she entered the room. She looked at the big piano and turned to Noah. "I didn't know you had a piano."

"Yeah." Noah said. "Can you play?"

"A little." Quinn answered. "I took lessons when I was younger."

Noah put his hands out, inviting Quinn to sit at the piano and play something.

Quinn sat down and positioned her hands on the keys and her foot on the pedals as she began playing.

After a short while, Quinn abruptly stopped and looked at Noah.

"That's all I can remember really. I'm much better with sheet music." Quinn stated.

"You're pretty good." Noah said as he joined Quinn on the piano bench. He put his fingers on the keys and started playing.

"What's that?" Quinn wondered.

"A song I'm writing." Noah answered.

"For the album?" Quinn asked.

Noah shook his head. "The album is done, but I wanna record this one and hold onto it."

Quinn nodded as she listened to Noah play the piano while he hummed softly.

"That's really good." Quinn stated.

"Thanks." Noah said as he stopped playing and stood up. "Are you hungry? I can make us breakfast."

"Sure." Quinn nodded as she stood up.

-

During breakfast, Noah got a phone call and had to run off to work, leaving Quinn to finish eating by herself.

"Hi, Melody." Quinn smiled as the housekeeper took her plate. "You don't have to clean up after me. I can do that."

"Mr. Puckerman pays me to work." Melody pointed out.

Quinn nodded slowly. "Thank you."

Melody smiled.

"Does Noah have a copy of his first album laying around?" Quinn wondered. "I haven't heard it and I wanna listen to it before he gets home."

"He should have a copy upstairs in the piano room." Melody informed Quinn. "On the shelves. If you can't find it, Sheila can help you look."

"Sheila?" Quinn furrowed her eyebrow.

"Sheila is the other housekeeper." Melody explained. "Mr. Puckerman used to be nocturnal and Sheila worked when I slept."

Quinn nodded. "Thank you. Excuse me."