A Mochaccino with a side of Music

Cello, Coffee and Cold Rain

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The treacherous rain lashes against her face as she rushes down the street, her books clutched tightly against her chest, the violin on her back bobbing as she hurries towards the safety of the coffee shop. She slows down as she enters the shelter outside the shop, before halting in surprise as she spots a young girl about ten years old playing the cello, her case open in front of her. She has no music, no bag, no nothing except herself and her cello. Her eyes are closed and the delicate features of her face are scrunched up in either thought or confusion; the older girl doesn't know which. Her long blonde hair flows over her shoulders like white water over rapids, rippling in the wind; a stark contrast to the older girl's ebony hair.
She finishes the Bach Suite with a flourish, then, without a moments hesitation, moves on to a cello arrangement of Vivaldi's concerto in A Minor for two violins. The raven haired girl fumbles around in her satchel before pulling her hand out in triumph, tossing the found coinage into the cello case. Hurrying into the petite coffee shop, she smiles and greets the workers as friends, ordering a large mochaccino; the usual. She settles herself down on the armchair in the corner by the window, tucking her legs up under her and pulling out the score she's working on for the local orchestra. Sinking down into the cushioned chair, she sighs, content, the lovely resonating sound of the cello waltzing in the door.
After finishing the Elgar concerto, the young cellist packs her cello away and disappears in the wet midday foot-traffic of businessmen, women and brightly patterned umbrellas.