Violin's Da Capo

Chapter one

Or so he thought. Michael Jackson had exited the room and left the violin unconscious. The violin's breath was staggered, similar to that of a flute. She squeezes her eyes shut and opens them back up to scan the vacant room, it was as if nothing happened here. No evidence of anything. The violin lifts herself up using a stool nearby and she struggles as she notices her button was forcibly removed, no where to be found. The button allowed her to keep her balance better, without it, she would be waddling from place to place.

Before she gets the gist of walking again, she checks herself to make sure there are no severe cracks or injuries. She clumsily exits Michael Jackson's home. She flinched as she felt the sun against her skin and the grass tickling where the button once rested. She had lost track of time, for she had no idea how much time has passed since she was knocked out- she had no clue where Michael Jackson had even disappeared.

A neighbor watering their garden of daisies happens to spot the violin clumsily making their way to the sidewalk. The violin is quick to notice the banjo watching her, the violin gives a small squeak and meets the banjo. The banjo greets her politely and gives her a strange expression that read "...should I be concerned?..." and the violin is quick to notice that she is in shambles, completely out of the ordinary for her. The violin gives an emotionless tone, she refuses to explain her situation to the stranger and asks for a phone.

The banjo keeps her gaze at the violin, her strings were a little loose but she gleamed under the sunlight. Although she knows she can't trust the violin as of right now, there is something about her that makes the banjo want to do whatever she can to help.

The banjo leaves her flowers to bring the violin inside her home. She leads her to the living room area to sit on a couch and she disappears to the bathroom only to return with a first aid kit. She had many other string friends, so she liked to have a kit for them in case of any kind of scenario where they might need help.

The banjo looks at the violin's strings once again and gestured towards them. The violin seemed hesitant but she nodded to the banjo and sat up straight. The banjo works her way restringing the violin from G to D to A and finally E. Her strings had been old and strained, she hadn't changed them in a while. The violin notices how the banjo carefully placed the strings and turned the pegs. The violin directs her gaze at the banjo as she works, and for a second the banjo looked back up at her. The violin admired her eyes- she had brown eyes but the violin could notice the glimpses of honey in those eyes. Perhaps that's why she's so kind, honey is sweet and so it seems is the banjo.

The banjo had noticed the violin was practically limping earlier so she offered to bandage up where the button once was since it was an open wound. The violin squirms as she feels the bandages tighter around the wound but relaxes as the banjo is finished. The banjo then polishes the violin- it wasn't a necessity but it doesn't kill to look good on a bad day.

The violin sang a soft melody to thank the banjo, and decided to lie down on the couch. The violin had not felt genuinely comfortable in a home like she is with this one. The sunlight peeking inside through a small window, the small moon cacti on the shelves, the sound of the banjo humming to herself as she makes her way to the kitchen- even the way she was taken care of- all of this was an unfamiliar feeling for her but she couldn't help to feel at ease. She couldn't pinpoint what it was she felt, she only knew that she didn't have a reason not to trust the banjo. Something about the banjo was different, she seemed safe and she felt like a home in which the violin had always longed for.

The banjo prepares tea for the violin and quickly returns to find the violin asleep on her couch. She gives her a gentle look and places the tea down to put a blanket over the violin. The banjo doesn't typically pamper strangers like this, but something about this one really drew her in.