I walked on the corridor of the high school quckly. I didn't look anywhere , i knew almost no one is in the building in that time. I didn't want anything more , just to be at home , at last . I walked and walked without thoughts in my mind. After a bend , just a few steps and my hand touched an door handle. The cold of it woke me up immediately. I raised up my head and i looked up at the white door. My eye caught on an little board and i read the numbers ... The class 12 ... In the moment i noticed , where i am , my hand fell back to beside of my torso . Wrong direction. There is no place for you in this room anymore Tina . The voice inside of me said the truth. This was the classroom where the music lessons were. I couldn't forget this yet ... I sat in this room for two years, after my lessons , every afternoon and i played on cello .
I stared at the music sheet and my fingers run on the strings , my bow danced on them ... The sounds were so soft and gentle in the air . I gave the life to them. I let out them from the silence , i made them to be free . But i always stay a prisoner. Chained to the ground. Body and spirit. But it's over. I wasn't there at my cello lesson yesterday, today ... and i will not go tomorrow either. Mrs. Turner couldn't understand my decision. She asked me to i stay her student ... she said i should to be patient with myself. But I could not stand it. What should do if you can't feel there is a talent into yourself ? If you always hear " Tina more things are inside of you " but you can't find out what are these " more things " ? If something really doesn't want to work , you have to give it up ... I finished here.
A turned away from the class 12 ...But in my corner of my eye i saw something . I thought i'm alone in the corridor ... but i was wrong.
A boy walked before the window , back and forth . It Seemed , he was worried a little. He couldn't stay at the same place. I saw, he looked at his watch quickly.
" She should be here ... "
He said to himself . After he finished the sentence an sharp and false sound disturbed the silence from the classroom behind of me . The flute lesson ... The boy looked at me. The light was behind him, so his face was in almost totally darkness. But i knew he looks at me, and it was unpleasant . I never like if somebody notice me ... i wanted to disappear from his field of view . I started to find my way out . But even before the finish , I heard a voice .
" Wait ... "
The voice was youngish but low. I stopped, instinctively.
" Wait a minute ... please ..." The same voice but it was a little more worried .
I turned to him. He walked toward me , but he stopped halfway. He hesitated. He was embarrassed .He pull out a dark curl from his forhead with an very gawky move . I don't know why ... but i waited. It made him braver.
" Excuse me ... i don't want to bother you ..." He started . " But do you know , why the cello lesson be canceled ? " The question was surprise. But i tried not show that he surprised me .
" If you're looking for Mrs Turner ..."
" No . " He said . " The one of her students ... " He lost his braveness again for a minute . But he forced himself. " A girl used to play on cello in this hour ...
I nodded slowly. Because i played in this hour for two years , i knew well, that it's should to be the time of the cello ...The boy 's face lit up a little when she saw that I know what he talked about. " Do you know her ? " He asked hopefully .
" Do you know why she is not here today? " I just looked at this unknown boy for a minute. I knew who is she whom he looking ...And i became sad suddenly. I felt there is something hard on my heart. I would have like to leave the boy there without one word ...
" I know that girl " I said . But my voice was weirdly stranger. " But don't look for her here anymore ... " i continued coldly . The guy's face looked frightened a little. But he waited my answer. " Tina finished to play on cello. She finished with the music " I looked into his brown eyes then i turned away from him .
YOU ARE READING
" You will meet someone " - Unfinished
FanfictionWarning : My English isn't perfect ! Justina is a lonely girl who moved to America from Europe ... She wanted to give up her musician career ... Malcolm Wyatt finished the school. But he goes back to there every afternoon to he listen a cello play...