The Life Of Katherine Brigham PT. 1

I stepped out of the taxi and came face to face with The H------- Hall. It was gorgeous, I never thought I would ever see it in person but still my heart was not satisfied. A friend jumped out of the crowd of mulling people and hugged me. "Ethan, this is going to be a night to remember." I smiled, it already was. "Yes," I said. "I hope to honor God today." "You will," he said. "you will." We stood in silence and he took my hand in his reassuringly. "I better go, I wish I could be up there with ya." I raised an eyebrow. "You'll be in the front row, right?" He smiled. "No doubt about that."

2 years ago

Ethan's hands were sweaty. It had been a whole year since he'd seen his cousin, Katherine, and he was anxious. The fact was, he'd always been in love with her, as far back as he could remember. It was true she was probably a 10 and he was a, eh, 2 at best but love never did make sense, did it? The Pearson mansion was a wondrous place, filled with 5 pianos, a harpsichord, 2 pipe organs and a plethora of instruments tucked away in various places. It was a musician's paradise. Ethan was probably not the most gifted of his family members, he sung a little, played more little but had a huge love of the music. He sat now at the large grand piano which he remembered his grandpa Jean playing last Christmas during his rendition of "Silent Night", something most of the family probably remembered. He started playing a song but his fingers strayed and hit the wrong keys, he pressed on, trying to hit the right keys but his progress became painfully slow. "You've got to play for yourself." Ethan turned around to see grandpa Jean coming up the stairs with an impressive gait for someone of his age, 75, (although his wife, Mary, disputed this vehemently, certain he was older).
Ethan got off the bench and hugged his dear grandpa. "I thought you and Grandma weren't coming home from the cruise until tomorrow."
Mr. Pearson chuckled. "At the last moment we had to skip a day at a nice hotel because of booking chaos