Hi all! So I've had this idea for a WilderWonka fic bouncing around in my head for a while now and I finally had the time to work on it! Being a music major is time consuming. I hope you enjoy and remember to review/fav/subscribe. This story is set in 1971, just like the film.

Willy Wonka had never thought about going to the arts wing of the school. Was he creative? Yes. But that creativity manifested itself in the form of candy-making and ideas for candies he could not yet make. However, since Winton Academy prided itself on the well-roundedness of their students, Willy was obliged to take a music course for at least one term. He chose choir because he figured it would be simple enough to learn how to sing songs rather than pick up an instrument. He walked through the hallways of the music department trying to find the chorus room. The teenage boy paused when the sound of an unnaturally gifted piano player filled his ears. He turned and peered into the practice room that the beauteous sound was coming from. He watched as a blonde girl moved her long, delicate fingers across the black and white keys of the piano.

The piece she was playing sounded almost regal, yet complex. He could tell it was definitely classical music, but he didn't know what it was by or what the piece was called. When the girl played the final notes of the piece, she rested her hands and smiled at the music. She looked up and seemed to see Willy in her peripheral vision. She gasped and quickly shut her music folder. "Um... sorry," she stammered. "I-I didn't realize you were there-"

"The fault is mine," Willy said. "I shouldn't have been staring. You play beautifully."

"Oh... um... thank you," she said. "I try my best." She gathered up her folders of music and smoothed her curled blonde hair back behind her ear. She looked up at him and he finally got a glimpse of her grey eyes.

"Oh, um, do you know where the chorus room is?" Willy asked. "I'm supposed to have my next class there, and-"

"It's passing period already?" the girl asked in shock. "Damn. I need bring a clock in here. Well, I know where that classroom. In fact, I'm heading there myself."

"A singer and a pianist?" Willy joking asked. The girl blushed and shrugged.

"The school wants me to be more than just a pianist, so..." Willy nodded, understanding where she coming from. "Oh, um. I'm Maureen by the way. Maureen Traynor."

"I'm Willy Wonka," he said. Maureen let out a soft smile.

"Well, it's a pleasure to meet you, Willy," she said. "Right, now the chorus room is this way." She grabbed her backpack and slung it over her shoulder. She escorted him down the hall and turned to the left. "Right here." The rest of the class period went quickly. After all, it was only the first day. It was mostly course expectations and reviewing the syllabus. When the bell rang, Willy suddenly thought of something. He pulled a very confused Maureen over to the side. "Yes?" she asked.

"That piece you were playing before class, what was it?" Willy asked. She let out a soft smile.

"The Marriage of Figaro Overture by Mozart," she said. "His works can be difficult, but they're so beautiful. I guess I'll see you tomorrow. You know where to find me if you get lost again." Willy nodded. The two students said good-bye to one another as they headed to their next classes.

Only to discover that they had French, Language Arts, and Literature together as well. Fate was a funny thing.

"No, you want to keep your wrists up," Maureen instructed. "If they're bent like that you're going to get carpal tunnel or something. If you want to keep experimenting with candy without intense wrist pain you'll keep your wrists up."

Willy froze and immediately altered his hand position on the piano. He and Maureen had been friends for nearly a year now. Willy decided that he was going to take a beginner piano course the next term. However, he wanted to get a head start from Maureen. After all, she was the one playing a majority of the piano in chorus now. The choral instructor was nowhere near as good as Maureen on the piano, so he gave her the role of an accompanist rather than a singer. In exchange for these lessons, he allowed Maureen and her older sisters Margaret and Marion to be the official taste-testers for Willy's confectionary experiments.

"By the way," Maureen continued. "Marion and I tried those chocolate-raspberry swirls last night."

"How were they?" Willy asked, his blue eyes lighting up.

"Needs more chocolate flavor to it," she said. "We could only taste the raspberry part of it." Willy made a mental note of that and nodded. "Now remember, rest your feet flat on the ground, a comfortable distance apart, with the toes pointing straight ahead. Sit with a straight back - your shoulders shouldn't hunch forward, and your spine should be straight. Scoot in until your hands rest on the keys without having to stretch your arms. You should be able to move your feet forward to the pedals and back again without putting any strain on your upper legs." Willy did exactly that. "Right hand thumb on middle C and left hand thumb on G."

"Um..."

"Middle C is that one, the white key to the left of the first of the group of two black keys. G is three white keys down," Maureen said. Willy moved his hands to the proper positioning and looked at the seemingly simple music in front of it. It was only Mary Had a Little Lamb, yet it looked so daunting. After all, Willy had only recently learned how to actually read music. Willy tentatively played the notes associated with the music. It sounded as if a monkey were experimenting with a piano. Maureen bit her lip and let out a faint grimace.

"It was horrible, wasn't it?"

"Considering you transposed it down a fourth and didn't change key signature, it was kind of bad," she admitted. "But you got the pitches in the right order so that's something. Try starting the piece with the third finger on the left hand. Remember, it's three two one two three three three for the first line." Willy did as Maureen instructed and this time the music actually started to sound like Mary Had A Little Lamb. Willy let out a smile and continued the rest of the piece. It actually sounded like proper music... well, music for preschoolers but music nonetheless. "Nice! Now that we have a basic piece of music down, we can move on to scales. I'll warn you, they will suck and you will hate me for them. But in the long run, they'll let you be able to play almost anything." Willy nodded, knowing this was going to lead to more hours in the practice room with Maureen.

"Willy! That was the right scale but you completely botched the fingerings!" Willy sighed and glared at Maureen with clear annoyance.

"What does it matter?" he asked. "I got the scale right."

"The scale means nothing if you can't play it with the correct fingerings! You can't take shortcuts with this," she snapped. "And the Db scale is a group two scale! It's easy to remember. The group two scales use all the black keys. Right hand is two three one two three four one two and the left is three two one four three two one! The thumbs meet on the white keys! Again with the fingerings."

"I still don't see how it matters if I get the scale right," Willy argued back. Maureen sighed and shook her head.

"Okay, then tell me: what would happen if you took a shortcut with candy making?"

"The candy wouldn't be as good, obviously," he said. Maureen arched an eyebrow and swept her arm towards the piano. Willy opened his mouth in understanding and nodded. "I'm sorry. That was ignorant of me."

"Well, we often cannot control our own ignorance," Maureen said. "That's why it's ignorance. And the only cure is knowledge, so learn the scales with the right fingerings. I need to go, I promised I'd meet Jonathan after his track practice." Willy subconsciously tensed his jaw and nodded. Maureen rolled her eyes and sighed. "What?"

"I've told you before and I'll tell you again," Willy said. "I don't trust him."

"Well I do," she said. "I'll see you later." Willy nodded and watched as the blonde girl left the practice room. He sighed, knowing how hard it would be to change Maureen's mind about that snake Jonathan.

Willy and Maureen were lucky enough to be some of the first students in the United Kingdom to take what were known as "A levels." Maureen chose to take A-Level courses in French, Music, English Literature, and Classical Studies. Willy's choices were nearly identical, save for the fact that he chose to take Food Studies instead of Music. When it came time for the A-Level and O-Level examinations, both of them managed to pass the exams easily. After all, the exams were pass/fail. At least, they were when the two took them. The year after they graduated the grading system changed. Both Willy and Maureen gained their high school diplomas and left Winton Academy in the class of 1952.

Maureen and Willy were fairly good at keeping contact with each other when they initially left secondary school. Willy opened his first candy shop in Birmingham, where Maureen was studying piano at Birmingham Conservatoire. On weekends where Maureen wasn't busy giving piano lessons or accompanying other music students, she would come down to the shop and the two would eat chocolate and talk about how their lives were going. Her sister Margaret was a much more frequent customer; she often came with her husband Gerald Scattergood and their two young children, Carolyn and Darrell.

The last time Willy was ever able to see or speak to Maureen was on the day she became Mrs. Jonathan Abbott. After that day, she became much busier and rarely had time to come by and see him. Willy himself was beginning to get busier by the day with the rising popularity of his candies. He decided to build a factory in a small town in Surrey. After all, his business was booming and he needed to expand in order to make his candy-making dreams become a reality... or some of his realities to become dreams. Eventually, Maureen faded from his memory. Well, mostly faded. He still thought of her on occasion. He would find himself wondering what was going on with her and how she was doing. Yet he was never able to find Maureen Abbott in any address book.

Willy Wonka sat at a grand piano in the middle of a grand library. His signature brown top-hat rested on the hat-stand he always kept next to the piano. His right hand moved in an arpeggiated pattern as he almost effortlessly played Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata. In his head, he could almost hear Maureen saying one three five, one three five, one three five... The music flowed easily off his fingertips and filled the large, spacious library. That was part of why he put the piano there; the acoustics were fantastic and the books gave the space more character. As he neared the end of the haunting sonata, he saw one of his Oompa Loompas approaching him out of the corner of his eye. He played the final notes of the Beethoven piece and turned around.

"Yes?" he asked. The Oompa Loompa silently handed Willy the morning paper. "Thank you." The Oompa Loompa bowed and turned around, leaving Willy alone in the library once more. He moved away from the piano, taking the newspaper and his hat with him to a nearby sofa. He sat and read the paper, immediately seeing how his newest idea was taking over a majority of the articles. He let out a smile.

WONKAMANIA HITS THE GLOBE; FIVE GOLDEN TICKETS HIDDEN IN WONKA'S CHOCOLATES

Yesterday morning, famed and renowned chocolatier Willy Wonka announced that he would allow six lucky people to enter his mysterious factory. In the millions of Wonka chocolates around the globe lie six golden tickets. The people that find these golden tickets will be allowed to enter the factory and will be given a tour by Mr. Willy Wonka himself. Each will also receive a lifetime supply of chocolate from Wonka's chocolates. We were unable to get in touch with the illusive chocolatier, however, we did receive comments from competitors...

Willy stopped reading the article at that point. It was of no concern to him what those unoriginal, thieving competitors of his thought of his golden ticket contest. He flipped through the pages of the newspaper idly, not really noticing anything of interest. Suddenly, his eyes landed on a familiar name.

The Surrey Philharmonic Orchestra is proud to present Prokofiev's Piano Concerto No. 2 and Bartok's Piano Concerto No. 1 played by world-renowned pianist Dr. Maureen Traynor.

Willy arched an eyebrow and let out a faint smile and a laugh. No wonder he could never find her as Maureen Abbott. She had returned to using her maiden name. Willy didn't know what had happened to Jonathan Abbott, and he frankly didn't care. He pulled out his small little flute and called for an Oompa Loompa. One of his dutiful, orange-faced men seemingly appeared out of nowhere. "Frank, can you get me a ticket for the Surrey Philharmonic concert this weekend? An old friend of mine is the featured pianist." He nodded and left the room as swiftly as he came. Willy folded up the paper and set it on the end table. He'd already wasted enough time in the library; it was time for him to get to work on the Everlasting Gobstopper.