Fanfic: White and Black Keys chapter 1

Title: White and Black Keys
Chapter no.: 1
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: some mature content included
Disclaimer: The Sims 2, Ripp, Buck, Tank, etc.. all belong to EA Games. By writing this fanfiction I make no profit or claim to ownership of this property.

"I told you Tank, don't just jump into the concertos just yet!" said Ripp, talking into his iPhone. "Start with the Czerny, the one Buck is learning with."

It was a lovely Friday morning as Ripp was in his home. The sun was shining through the windows of Ripp's bedroom as he was in front of his iMac, an online course was on the screen. Ripp chose to take online university course instead of going to university; because of his fame, he feared that fans will distract him from his studies. He was studying musical arts, a subject he was good at, and a one he loved. He also wanted to study aeronautical engineering, but he decided that it wasn't as important.

"Trust me Tank, sometimes, you have to start small." he sighed.

Back at the Grunt residence, Tank was in front of the old piano now in the renovated basement. He was checking a pile of sheet music and books filled with classical piano pieces that Lyla used to play. Tank desired to try out on music too. But like always, was impatient. "Uh Ripp" said Tank though his phone, as he open a Czerny book and tried a piece, "doesn't sound as beautiful as the stuff you play"

"Tank, uh, Czerny's music are exercises. You play those to exercise your fingers. Once you get the hand of that, you can move up in small steps" said Ripp again. He was just about to take a quiz online. "Uh, gotta go Tank. You've just called while I'm taking an online course here, good luck"

"Ripp, can you do me a favor?" Tank asked.

"Yes?"

"Dad is on a mission somewhere, he's in charge of some military operation out of town, could you take care of Buck for a few days, let him stay over with you?"

Ripp sighed "Why not you Tank? You've got the house to yourself, don't you?"

"Ripp, remember that dad adopted those two girls? Well, I'm already in charge of them for the next few days". Tank closed the exercise book and went upstairs and sat in the living room. "And I feel Buck trusts you more than he trusts me"

"Okay then, I'll see what I can do. I'll pick him up from school okay? You leave that to me" said Ripp.

"Well then, Bye bro" said Tank and hung up.

Tank sighed and went up to his gym and started doing bench press.

Ripp took the online quiz which is done after each lesson. Each chapter of the online course took less than an hour, and a pop quiz was given each time a lesson was done. Ripp loved to learn, but in things he liked, which included music, arts, and aviation.

Ripp went downstairs to his living room. The living room has a ceiling 2 floors high, which kept the room cool, as well as making a crooning sound when Ripp played the piano. This was Ripp's office, after all.

But today was diffrent for Ripp, he has to babysit his little brother for a few days, so he focused on his house first. Ripp's piano was a bit messy, pencil-drawn sheet music were piled underneath the baby-grand piano, and the piano itself needed polishing. The sofas were a bit dusty since he was quite obsessed with creating music over doing the house chores.

Ripp sighed, "clean up time, just like when I was a kid"

He started with the piano. Using special polisher, the piano was shiny again, the black surface mirrored its surrounding. He took the pile of sheet music, and carried to a cabinet in a spare room towards the back, before grabbing his vacuum cleaner to un-dust things.

It was enough for now. Ripp went out on the top deck of his house and composed, jotting musical notes onto the lined sheet of paper and playing piano in air, trying to check the notes and tunes. By noon, Ripp went down to have a meal, using a cookbook written by his friend, Giovanni Gioblossum. He went with a mushroom tomato soup for lunch. In his mind, he was thinking about many things, from his brother, his girlfriend Penz, and even his music. Ripp composed over 100 songs, yet, only 35 went public. He composed faster than he can distribute them for the public to hear, and several ended up in the wastebasket.

A few hours passed, Ripp was still jotting down notes with a pencil. An alarm sounded on his iPhone and buzzed.
It was a bit chilly that day, so Ripp put on a light jacket and a pair of jeans. Just as he was going to head outside, his cellular rang. He half hoped that it was Tank, wondering if he changed his mind.

It was Penz on the phone. "Ripp? Hello?"

"Oh Hi Penz!" answered Ripp as he closed the front door. "Wuz up?"

"Nothing, I was a bit lonely, I don't really have anyone else to talk to at the moment. Is this a bad time?"

"Nah, I'm just going out. Dad's going to be out for the weekend, and I have to babysit my little brother for the weekend." Ripp opened the door of his Porsche and got into the driver's seat. "Maybe call later this evening, I have to drive now"

"Okay then, um, see you later Ripp" said Penz.

"Bye Penz" both hung up their phones.

Ripp started the car, and the V6 came to life. He backed out drove down the road that headed downtown.

I hope I can pull this task off Ripp thought to himself as he shifted into fourth gear and the car accelerating If I can write beautiful piano pieces, why not babysit? Ripp was positive about this, he wanted to spend quality time with Buck, now he's got the chance.