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Maxwell's Story

Maxwell up top! Warning: I really don't know much about stringed instruments. I learned a little bit in music theory but I wasn't the one who did a presentation on stringed instruments. I know some history about it but not much.

~Maxwell's POV~

"MAX!" Yikes! My mother is pissed at me since I didn't play at her little ceremony. "What did I tell you about last Friday?" She gave me you-better-answer-or-you'll-be-dead-in-the-next-minute look which I hated so much.

"To play that boring score that you torture me in to practicing 24/7," I groaned from the memory of her staring me down, hearing any mistakes that I 'accidentally' made.

"I'm very pissed at you, young man! First you didn't play for your father, his coworkers, AND his boss. You know how important that ceremony was to him?" Why do I have to be raised with very strict parents thats been working for a very rich music company?

"It was very important to him, I'm very sorry for my absences. I was very busy with football practice so I couldn't come," I lied.

"I haven't finish," what's next, did they actually catch me with the girl that night? "Your accompanist has quit due to your random playing."

"So?!? She would've left anyways with that baby of hers!" I argue back since the lady already planned on to moving to Britain with her so called 'husband' of hers.

"Don't raise your voice at me young man!" Her furious face got closer to me with one of her claws pointing at me. "Since you won't behave, you will be moving to Tennessee where you'll be finding a new accompanist that could straighten your ass up."

"So where- oh wait, don't tell me," she's sending me to my cousin who is annoying as fück. Lilly Patrice is the most annoying human being on earth since she boast about everything. She's the first chair in the trombone section, she's the 'best' drum major ever {what she thinks}, and also she's the golden girl of the school. She's not a golden girl to me since she continuously pokes me in the ribs and asking why I haven't won a stupid äss trophy in a long time. People may think she's a angel but not on my list at all.

"Yes, Ms. Lilly Patrice already got stuff ready for you and also she found the perfect accompanist for you. Also that accompanist is very shy so you better be nice," nice my äss, I would probably be a devil to this accompanist that my cousin has found. "Oh here's a picture that Lilly sent, it's your new accompanist," she handed a picture that she took from her coat pocket.

I hope she's pretty and natural; I like my girls natural but if they have ugly faces, they need to cover that shït up.

I turned the picture around to see the image and I was stunned at the beauty in the image. Her hair almost look white - probably fake, the color of her eyes were a bright color of brown that almost looks like gold, and her skin's slightly tanned that's probably been lightly kissed by the Tennessee sun. The other thing I notice is how her lips were shaped and colored, they weren't big but not small, just the perfect size and her lips were slightly darker than her skin that made it very kissable.

My eyes moved up to my mother and gave her a weird look. "Did you give me the right picture because this girl looks like she came from a very good graphic video game?"

She snatched the picture away from and stuffed it in her pocket. "Why yes! Now go pack up and get ready to head out because your flight is in about 2 hours, young man," and she left the room making the sound of her heels echoing through the empty room that only had a grand piano.

Why do I need a accompanist when I'm already that good into playing Violin? Having a piano in the background is just an annoyance to me.

My phone buzzed in my pocket and I knew who it was.

From: Father

Son, if you don't find you an accompanist by the end of your senior year, I'm not letting you go to BridgeWay University {I made the name up}.

My eyes widen at the text that my dad sent me. There's no way in hell, he wouldn't let me go to BridgeWay because that is very prestigious school. They are the number 1 in sports also number 1 in music so why wouldn't he let me go. I remember the image of the girl and grinned. She better be good at piano or I'll make her life hell by forcing her to practice. I hope the girls at the new school better be good looking or- I don't know what to do.