Requested by; Pipluplover17.

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"Yeah I just have to grab a few things and clean up the space." Your cousin says to you as she leads you into the studio space.

"Okay." You reply quietly, holding tightly onto her hand, and holding your cane tightly in the other.

"Uhm, are there instruments in here?" You ask, curiously.

Your cousin was quiet for a moment.

"Of course there are! Come on, I'll leave you in the music room while I clean!" She let out cheerfully .

Even though you couldn't see her, the tone of her voice told you that she was wearing a smile.

She worked at this studio, she ran most of the operations that went on inside of it, and since a new band was coming to record and work here the next day, she insisted on cleaning it up a little, so that it was more presentable.

You couldn't see it, but it felt pretty clear. The only thing your cane ever hit was walls and door frames, so you figured it was clean.

You heard her open a door, and what you assume, was prop it open by jamming something underneath it.

"So in here there is a drum kit, a piano, some bongos, and a guitar. What would you like to play?"

You breathed in the air.

"Could you sit me at the piano?" You asked.

She didn't respond , but began leading you.

"Here you go!" She said.

You reached forward, feeling for the stool.

It was cool, leather.

You felt it for a few more seconds, getting a semblance for what it looked like in your mind before sitting down on it carefully. You felt the piano, seeing how large it was before finding the end, and leaning your cane against it.

After running your hand over it, you felt that it was actually a keyboard and not a genuine piano, but you weren't angry, they worked just as fine.

Running your hand over the board, you felt the buttons.

"Are you still here?" You say out loud.

"Yeah, I'm here." Your cousin replied.

"What model is this?" You asked.

"Its the same one you have at home." She replied.

" Ah! so the on switch should be right... " You trailed your fingers along the master board.

Your fingertips came across a small switch, that had a line in it.

"Here!" You exclaimed, moving it upward.

Then, you touched a key, and it played out loudly.

You cringed for a moment.

You forgot that they start on full volume.

You felt around remembering where the volume buttons were.

Your fingers felt across two small pads, made out of a soft but rubbery material.

You touched the left one, tapping it a few times before pressing another key, confirming that you had indeed touched the down volume button.

You smiled.

"Are you okay here?" Your cousin asked.

" Yeah, I'm good. Thank you. " You replied, feeling the keys and putting your fingers in the positions to play the chords that you remember.

Soon after that, you heard your cousin walk away.

So you played softly.

Melodies that you could remember moved through the keys, and of course, a few chords you may have messed up but after changing where one of your fingers was on the keys, you were able to fix it and commit that feeling to memory.

After playing the piano for a while, you decided to find the guitar.

You weren't painfully skilled, but you knew enough to play without playing anything in particular.

You grabbed your cane, and felt around.

It was a bit trickier, since your cane was hitting wires, but you figured where there were wires, you'd find an amp, and where you found an amp, a guitar had to be near by.

So it took you a few minutes, but eventually you hit something that made a metallic clank, and you leaned forward, reaching a hand out to see what you'd found.

Your hand met with strings, and you raked your hand across the instrument, counting the strings and feeling how long the neck was, and the spacing between them and the frets.

After getting an idea of what it looks like, you reached out your other hand, feeling a chair to be next to it.

You felt it carefully and then stepped last it, reaching a hand out to see what was behind.

You felt something hard, and you scrunched up your eyebrows, until your fingers came across some nobs.

You figured it was the amp, and as you for closer to it, you realised there was dead air coming through it.

It was hard to describe but it was like a buzz.

You just knew it was on.

You pressed your lips into a fight line.

Had your cousin turned it on before she left?

At any rate, you leaned your cane against the amp, and sat down in the chair carefully, picking up the guitar and strumming it a bit, remembering which string was which and feeling where the frets were again, so that you could place your fingers in the right spots.

You stunned a few chords, smiling to yourself.

You were happy to have remembered these ones, as they sounded beautiful together.

But, it was interrupted when a loud bang sounded behind you, causing you to jump and clutch at your chest.

You turned around, facing where the noise came from.

You were startled but it sounded like your cane fell.

"Hey," a male voice called out.

You clutched your chest tighter, spinning around to the source of the sound.

"Calm down, I ain't here to hurt you, darlin." The calm voice said.

You felt for the stand quickly and placed the guitar on it before you got on the floor, feeling for your cane.

"What are you doing?" He asked.

The voice was deep, and calm, and somewhat soothing, but in a studio that was supposed to be empty, you were kind of unsettled by this new presence.

You finally grabbed your cane, but you felt a hand on your shoulder.

"You need some help?" The voice asked.

Then you felt a hand on yours, and he pulled you up gently.

When you stood, you held your cane to your chest.

"Thank you. " You said.

He didn't respond.

"Oh, uh," you assumed he was looking at your cane .

"Its no problem. You got a name, darlin?" he said .

"Here, sit down. " he said, gently holding your arms as he sat you down in a chair.

From the sound that you heard next, you assumed that he had sat down, too.

"Y/N." You said, wondering where your cousin was.

He didn't reply for a moment.

"You play beautifully." His voice states gently.

You took a breath in, and smelt the faint smell of cigarettes.

"Thank you."

You felt his eyes on you.

"You're...?"

" Blind. " You stated. "Yes."

He hummed .

"You're really impressive. I wasn't in the room, but I heard you down the hall, and you caught my attention pretty quickly."

You felt a blush creep upon your face.

"Thank you...Uhm, what is your name?" You asked.

"Jeff, but... My friends call me Izzy. "

Something about the tone in his voice hinted that he wanted you to call him Izzy.

"Okay, Izzy. Does that make us friends?" You asked .

"I think so, darlin. But after seeing you play some soul, I wouldn't mind getting to you know you better." He stated, voice like butter.

" Y/N! " your cousins voice called out.

Your head snapped in the direction of her voice.

"Oh! Hey, Mr. Stradlin, I'm sorry if we disrupted you. That's my cousin. " She said.

Stradlin?

Izzy?

Like, from GNR?

"Izzy Stradlin," you said quietly .

"Oh no. Don't worry. I like your cousin. Y/N's got something special going on with music. " he explained.

You felt more blush creep upon your face as you felt his hand touch your arm gently.

You couldn't believe that the Izzy Stradlin had just heard you playing, and actually enjoyed what he heard.

This was definitely going to be the highlight of your memory bank.

For sure.