Ling Ling Says | A TwoSetViolin Wholesome Tragedy

The Beginning of the L-Salute. Part 1

Eddy rubbed his arms as he walked home. It was rather cold and he was now realizing how cool his back felt without the case.

Wow I got rid of the case?!

He also had regret of getting rid of the violin. Maybe Olaf could have fixed it. Maybe he could have saved a piece of it but even there was no hope, he shouldn't have left it there.

Eddy thought of who lived close by where he had left his baby. After seeing how late it was, he couldn't bring himself to bother anyone and to be honest, he didn't want to disappoint more people. All fingers pointed at him as someone who was grossly irresponsible.

Eddy looked at the video again.

Maybe someone from the concert will say something. They saw what happened.

No they didn't.

He hadn't really seen it either. Brett and, Ling-Ling bless his soul for never getting the guys name, the AC Repair guy, were the ones who saw what initially happen.

If I hadn't been there, I may have thought something else had happened.

Eddy pictured the sea of black shadows and their faces. Were they judgemental?

No they were just confused and horrified. Here was someone they looked up to. He helped inspire them to love classical music, a good number for the first time. They were all confused and probably in shock like he just was. There emotions froze just like Eddy's.

Ling-Ling, I have a headache.

Eddy was still very far from home but he didn't want to get back on the subway. He sat down on a nearby bench and got on his phone.

Brett, can we make a video to explain what happened? Just address the situation|

Brett, can we make a video to explain|

That's not fair. Not after Brett had been so eager to help and Eddy had acted like such a jerk and ignored his friend. He couldn't just ask for help when he pushed him away.

Brett I apologize for tonight. I just feel really|

Brett I apologize|

Eddy imagined that Brett might see this and get frustrated with him. He had no reason to believe this but maybe that's how Eddy would feel.

Why am I so stupid?

Eddy put the phone back in his pocket and looked around. There were barely any people around.

One teenage couple that Eddy couldn't help but roll his eyes at.

Strauss before spouse.

On his side of the street there was what seemed to be a fellow musician walking toward where he was seated. Eddy smiled before he frowned to himself. What if this guy recognized him? What if he saw the video?

"Whoa! Are you Eddy from the YouTube channel? You play with Brett!"

Eddy was not as nervous anymore, hearing this guys voice cracks made him feel a lot better. He was just a fan.

"Yes," Eddy replied, "Do you play too?"

"Viola. We're frenemies now!" The guy joked.

By the spirit and energy had- something that had been snuffed out of most after uni- Eddy could only guess he was an underclassman and probably a freshman.

"So what are you doing out here so late?" The guy asked,

"Just out for a walk." Eddy quickly responded, not wanting to disclose everything that happened like with the girl on the train.

"Really?" He definitely had not bought it. "Where's Brett? He around?"

"No." Eddy shifted a bit uncomfortably. "You looking to mug me or something?" It was meant to sound like a joke but underneath the surface, Eddy was nervous. There was no one else around.

When the guy didn't answer as fast as Eddy would like, Eddy full on sprinted out.

The guy chased him and Eddy felt his heart pound. Sure Eddy had long legs but he was not athletic. He could feel bubble tea sloshing in his stomach and heart begin to ache. His throat was dry from how much he had been walking before. Quickly, Eddy ducked into an alley.

Violists were cool, they said. Violists weren't mad at he all, they said.

Eddy sank down behind a cardboard box, his heart in his throat.

"Come on, man!"

Eddy could hear him yelling.

"I saw the video! And I for one don't think you did anything wrong. You should come out!"

Eddy stayed put, fumbling with his phone to call Brett-

Call 911 dumbass.

Eddy fumbled with his phone, dialing 911.

"I see you! I can see the light from your phone!"

Just as he hit call, the phone was knocked from his hand. It slid on the ground, face up.

"What are you doing?!" The guy panicked seeing the called ID. "I wasn't going to mug you!"

Eddy went to reach for his phone but this guy was faster. He took it and chucked into the street where it got ran over by a bus.

"Dude what the fuck?!" Eddy said, but realized this was his chance to get help. "Hey!" He ran toward the bus that was speeding away. "Hey! This guy is crazy. I need hel-"

The violist grabbed Eddy and covered his mouth, dragging him back into the alley.

"Will you stop struggling?!"

Eddy gasped, being shoved into a wall. He had to think of how to get out alive. Christ, that bassist was right. He felt so weak right now.

"I am not going to hurt you!" The violist said,

Eddy cocked an eyebrow at that. Sure he wasn't bleeding but he would definitely have bruises tomorrow.

"Wha-what do you want?" Eddy's breathe was shaky.

"I just needed to talk to you. That's all."

"Well you didn't have to be so shady!"

"I know, I know. I suck at recruiting..."

Finally the guy let Eddy stand on his own.

"Well this is going to sound really weird but I'm part of a secret society."

"Like a fight club?" Eddy murmured, rubbing his back.

"No, no. Actually we were inspired by you and Brett. Sorry for earlier, I was supposed to act as subtle as possible." Then, the still unnamed violist took his finger and thumb in the shape of an L and put it his chin. The pointer turned from one side of his face to the other.

"What was-"

"That's our salute. Our Ling-Ling salute."

Author's Note: Okay so I have never made a cult before but I am excited. I already have a plot line down. This story will probably be as long as the longest story I have on here. Probably around 25-30 parts.