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Greg House opened his eyes one Saturday morning, his sleep disrupted by a horrible noise coming from the lounge. He dragged himself out of bed, going in search of the noise that was offending his ears. This led him to James Wilson who was sitting on the couch with a guitar in hand.
”Are you assaulting my guitar for a reason? Possibly to summon a demon with god awful music?” House asked.
”Well I was looking for a way to get you out of bed but now I’m curious as to how you can actually play this thing and make it sound good,” Wilson replied plucking at the strings and creating a noise that made House wince.
”Well for a start you’re left handed so you’re holding the guitar upside down,” House commented.
”Yeah, that might be a problem,” Wilson said, putting the guitar back in its place. House watched him as he sat back down before turning around and opening the closet that was behind him. He rooted around for a bit before pulling a guitar out.
”Here try this one,” he said, handing it to Wilson.
”You just happen to have a left handed guitar sitting in your closet?” He questioned, taking it from his friend.
”I won it in a poker match, the guy was an idiot and got cocky, he had a full house, I had a straight flush, the rest is history,” he explained, “I wasn’t sure what to do with it, it’s been stuck in my closet for months now, I was going to sell it but it’s beautiful and was custom made. It was too good to let go.”
”And now you’re going to let me play it?” Wilson commented.
”Why not?” House shrugged. Wilson put the guitar on one knee and plucked at a few strings, still creating horrible sounds in place of music, “put your fingers like this,” House said, sitting next to him and placing his fingers on the strings, “this chord is G, and instead of plucking at random strings try strumming,” Wilson did as House said and actually managed to produce a sound that didn’t hurt their ears. House then taught him a few more chords before showing him a strumming pattern to follow.
”Wow that doesn’t actually sound too bad,” Wilson smiled.
”It doesn’t,” House agreed, grinning slightly at how much Wilson was enjoying himself, “now I want you to play the chords like this, G,2,3,4,C,2,3,4,Am,2,3,4,F,2,3,4, got it?” Wilson played the chords as House instructed and House smiled, “good now keep repeating that same tune,” Wilson did as he was told and House went to sit at his piano, playing a little melody that worked well with Wilson’s guitar playing. They continued to play together until Wilson stopped, rubbing at his hand which had cramped up.
”Sorry, hand cramp,” he said.
”That’s alright, that can happen at first, after playing guitar as long as I have you don’t really notice it anymore,” House replied, coming over to sit next to the oncologist. He took Wilson’s hand in his and began to massage it.
”That feels a lot better already,” Wilson sighed and House smiled at him.
”I can teach you some more chords later on if you want,” he told the younger man.
”Sure,” Wilson replied, “but first we can go grab some breakfast, that was the reason I wanted to wake you up in the first place.”
”Alright,” House responded, “I’ll go get dressed,” and with that he gave Wilson a kiss on the forehead before heading to their bedroom to get changed.