Her Fairy Tale

17. Mesmerizing

I stood infront of the studio room with my violen case in one hand. I knocked on the door just to be a little respectful.

"Come in" he said. I walked inside the room and I was in awe. There were different musical instruments all over the room, the room was quite spacious. There was desk at one end with chair around it and papers were scattered over it. There were different guitars about 10 to 15, and a beautiful vintage piano at one corner. There were other musical devices too some of which I don't even know the name of drums trumpets and much more. There was also a small room with big glass window where I think songs are recorded I have seen it in movies.

"Wow it's so amazing" I gasped in awe and he looked at me with an unknown emotion some can say he is relieved to see that I like his room but I don't think he cares about my reaction. There was a couch in the room he motioned me to sit there and when I sat on it moved the chair towards the couch where I was sitting and sat in front of me, his arms crossed and his eyes assessing me as I took out my mother's violen out of the case. I run a hand on it as to feel my mother's touch on it, this is something I always do

"This was my mother's" I told him as I pull out the bow stick.

"How did you learn it?" He asked me genuinely intrigued.

"I had a teacher who taught me" I told him. I take a deep breath placing one end of violen on my shoulder and with other hand I held the bow stick. I thought of the happiest music I have learned. There are some sad tunes too but I chose too play the one which gives happy vibes. As i start playing I closed my eyes and succumb to music that was around me, it was like I was in a different world and a story was playing in front of my eyes.

A girl running in the garden full of flowers, she was giggling and running after a butterfly. Not only one butterfly but plenty of them. They were fluttering around hwe as she was dancing around. It was a sunny day and there was a light breeze which was making her hair fly. She was so cute and has long red hairs which reached her hips. It was a happy memory, a memory of my childhood which I cherish forever. As the tune end I opened my eyes to gaze at my spectator who was in trance with a small genuine smile on his face.

"So how is it?" I asked him waiting for him to complement me.

"Mesmerizing" he said huskily.

"Thank you" I blushed under his intense gaze.

"Can you play something for me?" He said as he stood to grab a paper from the desk. He placed it in front of me I looked at it carefully. I memorized first few lines then closed my eyes as I started playing it was a sad tune a very sad one I looked at the rest of the lines and in between them I felt a tear trickle down my eye. It was so painful and heart wrenching. Who could write something so painful and so sad. I stopped in between not being able to complete sad music makes me sad that's why I avoid it.

"Why did you stop? You were doing good" he praised.

"I am sorry it's.. just too sad for me. It's so depressing" I told him. He sighed nodding his head.

"Who worte it?" I asked him.

"Me" he said picking the paper from infornt of me and placing it back on the desk.

"Your songs are usually slow bit not sad and this one it's so sad. It's not your style" I spoke.

"It was my first song that I wrote, this song is very close to me but I think no one can understand it better than me so I didn't make it official yet" he said not giving me any glance,  he was deep in thoughts.

"It's good very good and I am sure whoever will listen to it will surely be moved. It tells a story" I said thinking about the tune that I just played.

"What story?" He asked confused and intrigued.

"Whenever I play a story played in my mind most of the times they are my memories but sometimes it's a new story. It's like I am in a different world living someone else's story" I told him and he looked so surprised.

"What did you see while playing.. it" he asked in a small voice.

I closed my eyes and my hand moved on my own accord as I played the tune, I am amazed that I remembered even after playing once.

"There's a boy he is sitting in his room alone and he is crying. He is trying to wipe his tears but as he wipes new tears take the place of previous ones" my hands were moving and the sad tune surrounds us caging us in a different world.

"He wants to go out of the room as he watches out of the window but he is not allowed too. He wants to play but he has no friends. He feels lonely, he..." as I was saying he interrupted very rudely.

"Enough!" He roared and I felt my heart skips a beat not in a good way. I instantly stopped playing and looked at him. He was gazing at me with anger, his eyes so red as if he is trying to contain his tears.

"Stop it, get out" he yelled.

"Huh?" I was lost.

"I said get out" he bellowed this time turning away from me.

"Hey don't be rude you called me here and you.." I complained with a frown.

"Please" he whispered softly and I stopped talking. I felt so bad for him, it's like he is very upset about something but what? May be the story? Was it?? But it was complete out of my imagination, it was just what I saw and felt.

Wait! Oh God, he had wrote this song out of his real life that's why he is so upset and bothered.

"Okay" I murmured and placed my violen back in case and walked out towards my room. I was in deep thoughts whatever happened was because of me, I think I did something unintentionally that triggered something bad but he didn't have to be so rude to me. He told me to play and to tell him the story. I laid down on my bed after putting my violen safely in the closet and changing in to my night clothes.

I closed my eyes trying to sleep but it looked like my mind didn't want to sleep it was still thinking about Aaron. I didn't like seeing him so upset it did something to my heart. He doesn't deserve that, he deserve so much happiness and love. I will talk to him tomorrow about it.