Vilify a Violin

Grete Samsa, 19 year old, unmarried. Black straight hair, slight build, dark grey eyes. The woman you see standing in the center of the living room. She is playing a piece called 'vilify', according to her words, the most genuine and the only work of a friend she referred to 'someone like Carmen the character in musical.'

You think the girl in front of you elegant and delicate, unlike her performance, which is full of strength in an unexpected way. You heard she's the only child of the Samsa, and she must have a hard time taking care of the frail old mother and her cranky stubborn father. What a perfect daughter! You can't help exclaim to yourself. The host of this gathering is the girl's acquantance and idealy, her fiance, Albert Heisenberg Jr..

"Miss Samsa, this is...fabulous! When you play, I feel like you and your instrument...well, how can I say this? "

"Like she's also the violin. They are one"

You hear some shouting from your back, and the woman on stage- you have no idea whether this is your hallucination- her face twitches for half a second, before tugging a smile. When you try to search for evidence, the expression vanished, instead, she beams at everyone and sometimes nods to show appreation. You wave your hand, and she waves back. 

You must see it wrong. She's so fine. 

As applause fades, the maid comes out from the kitchen with biscuit and tea. "Would you like to have some Earl Grey, ma'am? " You nod. The tea is too hot to drink now, but the biscuit is crunchy. You are glad they didn't bake it overly sweet. 

FIN.