Love is mute

Prologue

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Prologue

Amelia.

That's my name.

I can't even say my name out loud. I can't even write my own name down. I can't even read my own name. So, what business does a girl like me have to do in such an extravagant place like this?

This place was just so... beautiful beyond words could ever describe. This was the place I had always dreamed of becoming a part of. Frames after frames, trophies after trophies, medals after medals were put up everywhere, either on the walls or stacked up neatly on the shelves, showing off their glory to the world outside. They were all from winning countless competitions and volunteering to play for concerts and shows. Piano, guitar, drums, flutes, clarinets, they played all kinds of instruments in this place. Not to mention that it was one of the most well-known musical company. 

So, what was I doing here, considering my mother is not a famous musician? Though, it would be amusing to watch her play a musical instrument. More than likely, that instrument would end up in the trash since there is no way that instrument would have survived the torment my mother would have inflicted on it. Furthermore, she is not the kind of person who pays a lot of money to watch a musical.

For the past two minutes, I have been having a staring match. Tears had started to brim in my eyes as I unblinkingly glared/stared at the swirls of black ink. The ink formed letters, the letters that were neatly arranged in rows, hand-printed on the white paper. I stared at the strange scribbles on the paper. What is this paper for? I wondered. More scribbles continued after a slight space in the middle. The lady behind the counter huffed, in irritation before she took my hand, placed my thumb on the ink and then placed it on a small printed box beside some scribbles.

"There, all done," she said, before taking my violin from my hands, with her. More like, snatching my violin since I was holding on to it really tightly. 'That is my violin' I wanted to snap at her. I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. Of course, what was I expecting? "You are on stage in 5. Here is the script you have to play. Try to remember most of the notes so that you are familiar with the music you are going to play," she said, before handing me a new violin and a paper.

I stared at the violin, then the paper. I couldn't comprehend anything. I felt so helpless. Everyone just thinks that they could order me around and get away with it since I couldn't complain. But they are right. What can a helpless girl like me, do to them?

I looked at my mother who was gossiping away with her friends. I kicked her leg to get her attention. She turned around and glared at me. I pointed at the violin and the script then turned my head slightly to the right. "You are playing a piece on stage with that violin. you will earn a lot of money from that. Remember, you owe me for all that I paid for your surgeries," she said, irritatedly.

Wow.wow.wow. All this happened in the last few minutes and I did not know a thing? Of course, what was I expecting? My mother has never been kind to me since she found out I was mute, which was since my birth. She never sent me to school as she thought it was a waste of money. For all these years, I have been trying to repay the debt I owe her for giving birth to me. Playing the violin was the only thing I could do, which I learned from my father. He was the only one who was kind and caring to me. And he was dead, I reminded myself.

I can't read from a script either. I just played what I was feeling at the moment. Right now, all I was feeling was sadness, misery and distress. This was all so overwhelming. One moment, I was playing by the street and the next, I am brought to a musical company by my mother, to play a musical piece for them.

Suddenly, someone started to drag me till we reached in front of a huge never-ending-ceiling curtain. I looked up and further up but never managed to see the end of it. The curtain was also red in colour, reminding me of red carpets, creating the feeling of royalty and magestic. "The script is already on the stand, just bring the violin with you," someone said from behind, grabbing the script from me before leaving.

"Mr Richardson called in sick today so we have a replacement today to play a violin piece for us," I heard someone speak into the microphone from the front. I jumped in surpise when I felt vibrations on my lower calf, coming from the speakers beside me. I then heard footsteps walking away from my direction.

The curtain started rising slowly as I was pushed from behind. I turned around, annoyed, only to face the curtains, back down again. I heard some cheers and people clapping from behind me so I switched back to my original position. Light blinded my eyes. It took me a couple of seconds to get used to it. Two lights, positioned on the floor in opposite directions of me, were focused on me, forming a v-shape pattern. I saw a couple of 1950s latest black and white cameras here and there narrowed on me. There were lots of people, all of them staring at me, expecting something. I have never seen such a huge crowd, let alone, all of them focusing on me. 

The wooden floor cracked under my weight as I walked a couple of steps till I was in front of the stand, holding the script. I saw some of them look at the violin. That was when I realized, I was supposed to be playing the violin for them. I took a deep breath before resting the violin on my neck. The lower back of the violin rested on my collar bone as I held the violin in place with my jaw.

I breathed in the fresh night air a couple of times before I placed the flat side of the bow approximately halfway between the bridge and the fingerboard. I pulled the bow along the string, as straight as possible, applying a small amount of pressure. A sound came from the violin. As I was about to play the next note of a sad song, my eyes caught sight of a pair of silver eyes.

His eyes were so alluring that I got lost into the depths of them. My hands started to move on its own accord, playing a slow, happy song. I smiled, a real smile, for the first time since my father died. His eyes... His eyes were...

Silver. The colour of moonlight. Like the flow of tides at night. Representing the sparkling gems under the light. Burning passion and admiration, were clear in his eyes, an old fire igniting within him. I could see the tears that were starting to brim in his eyes as he gazed back at me, longingly, searching within my soul. What he saw must have pleased him, as he smiled right back at me.

So many emotions were fighting for dominance, within me, But, one emotion stood out from them all. The emotion that, so desperately, wanted to be let free, was burning so deeply within me. Love.

I was feeling love for a man that was not my father. Love that was so different from the one I used to feel. Love for someone whom I just met. Whose name I do not even know. But I knew one thing for sure, he was the one for me. This was so new to me. The realization just dawned on me but I never stopped playing. As I continued to play, I saw a twinkle in his eyes, like the stars in the dark sky.

As I finished playing, I heard scraping of chairs across the floor and hands clapping but I did not pay any attention to them. My eyes were focused on a certain man who was coughing and rubbing his nose, but his eyes never left mine... Not even once.

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