The Sweetest Sounds

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^Lillian's Solo

After hours and hours of practice, I finally had my solo down. I set my violin down on my bed and picked up my phone.

5:30 am

Good thing the rooms are sound proof because I have been practicing since I got home. I packed my violin up and sat it down beside my desk. Yesterday had been very eventful. At this point, I could not get my conversation with Luka out of my head. Why does he keep giving me the cold shoulder? I was just trying to be nice but he had to act like a dingle berry!

Laying on the bed, I pushed my shoes and socks off and tried to get some sleep. After thirty minutes of pointless tries, I sat up and decided to take a walk.

Zipping up my hoodie, putting on my shoes, I went out the door to the cool Berlin air. I never got the chance to really see Berlin. Walking down the street, I headed over to this small park nearby. There wasn't anyone around me so I just plugged my earphones in and listened to my solo piece. This was my favorite thing... Even though I was far away from home, sitting outside and listening to music will always be home to me. I peeled my eyelids open and saw a figure running across me with his hood up.

I soon recognized it was Luka. Well like it or not he was going to talk to me. I shot up out of the park bench and sprinted over to him.

"Luka!" He looked over his shoulder, realizing it was me, and ran even faster.

Picking up my pace, I made my way right up behind him. Finally, he stopped running and turned to face me.

"What do you want, Lillian?" He muttered, glaring at me.

"Well, we are the only ones here and I wanted to say hi." I stood up straighter

"Hi" then he turned and walked a few steps down the sidewalk.

"Did you finish your solo for today?" I asked, causing him to stop. He straightened his back and quickly turned towards me.

"Of course I have. What principle player is not prepared?"

"Just trying to make conversation. Back in America, the polite thing to do is smile and say yes." And with that I headed back to my apartment.

"Yes, Lillian, I have finished my solo. How about you?" Luka had a forced smile spread across his face but his eyes held a hint of humor in them.

"After hours of practice, it is finished. I know that you think I won't get in, but you have never heard me really play. So why judge me so quickly?"

"Most newbies come in cocky and it gets annoying over time. And before you ask, I am not that old! I am only 24."

"Well we aren't that far apart in age. So I'm not a little kid, I can take care myself, and I can most certainly prepare an awesome solo that will knock your socks off!"

"I guess we will all see how "awesome" it is in four hours then."

.....

Walking in to auditions was intense. Now that I am already a member, you would think everything was all good afterwards. Most of the whole orchestra was here. Searching around, I could not spot Cord or Mara. I guess I was by myself today.

I took out my violin and rosined my bow and went over the fingerings one last time. I headed over to sit in the front, waiting for my turn. We were all instructed to wait until the end, so we could not leave right after our audition. Principles from last year auditioned first.

Luka is the last of the bunch. He strides across the stage (such nice legs) with cello in hand and sits in the chair facing the audience.  Taking a deep breath, he started playing and I instantly knew what song he was playing. The wonderful piece by J.S. Bach... Suite No. 1 in G major.

His fingers swiftly ran across the fingerboard in quickened pace. He looked so peaceful with his eyes closed and lips puckered out. I was so lost in him that I could barely listen to the music. He was truly talented, the most talented cellist I have ever seen. When he was done, everyone clapped and he walked off stage to sit in the front row.

After that, names were being called right and left. My name has not been called yet and with every name, I kept expecting mine.

At the end of one girls audition, I looked around and realized I was the only one left... great

"Lillian Mason"

I took a deep breath and headed towards the front of the stage. Tightening my bow, I adjusted the violin on my shoulder and rested my head on the chin rest.

The beginning of my solo was very quick and swift. Gliding through the dynamics as gracefully as I can. This was one of my favorite pieces to listen to. I remember hearing this for the first time in concert at the music hall where I grew up. My teacher took the class there for a field trip. It was one of the best days ever. The violinist who was playing was so beautiful and had the prettiest dress on. I wanted so badly to be like her. And now I am playing the same song that woman played with a pretty dress on.

After I finished, I looked up and no one clapped. So I walked off the stage and headed towards the back to sit down.

"Okay, come back tomorrow morning before orchestra practice to see who made principles. Have a good day." And with that, everyone packed up and left.

"You did very well." I turned around to recognize the girl who auditioned before me.

"Thank you. I didn't really know how well I did because no one clapped or anything" I forced a laugh to come out.

"That's because everyone was shocked! You did probably the best here!" She said assuredly.

"Well thank you! I never caught your..."

"Katie! My name is Katie."

"Okay, my name is Lillian. I guess I'll see you later then." Walking outside, I saw Luka leaning up against the wall again, locking eyes with him, I gave him the most noticeable wink ever followed by a smirk.

I guess we will be seeing a lot more of each other from now on...

A/N

Chapter five is done!!! To the ones who have been commenting a whole lot... THANK YOU! You are so sweet and it means so much seeing the positive feedback. And I did what was promised and updated for you all. I am going to work on Chapter six soon.

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