Hunting Hubris

A disastrous 'Ensemble'

A certain pair of exotic eyes were the first thing to greet me this evening when I came out of my room, ready for the party.

"Hey Sam!!"

"Hey blue... When did you come?"

"Just few minutes back. And how many times do I have to request? Don't call me blue" he looked uncomfortable as usual.

"Why? You are the only Indian specimen I have seen sporting blue eyes. You are a special blue baby..." I went on pulling his cheeks.

"Many have.. it's just that you haven't seen any"

"And how many have you seen?" accepting defeat, he silently sauntered into kitchen.

"Point proven!!" yelling my victory I followed him. 

"Ragini!! Your child is troubling me again." complaining to mom, he started rummaging the refrigerator. What was he? Five?

"Tell me something new" as you know, our awesome mom's only passion was to degrade her extraordinarily awesome daughter, that being me. As usual I ignored her.

"Okay Aju, Shall we leave for the party?"

"Before that, I need to remind you few basic rules" he started.

"Not again" I groaned along with mom. That was the only thing in which we got along. It was impossible for us to bear Arjun's protectiveness. "I'm tired of hearing those Aju. 'Not to leave your side', 'Incase of you being unavailable: pretend to be busy with mobile', 'Do Not take drinks from strangers' and 'Dont accept any invite to hit the floor'." "There, I remember. Now let's move" he followed me to his motorcycle, not before scowling.

He is delusional if he thinks I'm gonna be beside this chopstick throughout the party.

Don't get me wrong. Though not being a six feet Greek God, his 5'11 lean built frame comes close to good-looking. And you know that many a times we have got that 'cute couple' comments due to our complimenting frames. But seriously he is not my type. So don't fret sis. And I genuinely don't get how you like this slightly-lanky overprotective bundle of stubbornness.

"Sam!!" shaking me out of my ingenious thought process, Aju pulled me towards his bike. "Looks like you are trying to roast your non-existent brain again"

"Just wondering why my sister likes you back"

"Stop your nonsense Sam. She's just a person I care about, nothing else"

"Yeah! And you spend your every breathing second next to the 'person you care about'" With that he zipped his mouth. Mission accomplished!!

Sam is invincible, and the world witnesses it again.

After fifteen minutes drive in his heavenly Harley-Davidson, we reached 'The Woods', a posh looking hotel where the party was held. "Awesome" I mumbled looking at all the glitz and glamour outside the hotel. Looking down I felt underdressed in my black cocktail dress compared to the model like guests clad in glimmering dresses. But that tiny-miny fact can't deter my party mood.

"This is a high-profile party thrown by the organization I work for, so there won't be any trouble. But keep your party beast in leash Sam"

"Aye Aye Captain"

As we entered the hall, I found what his 'high-profile party' meant. Elegantly dressed guests, elegant violin music, elegant laughs and few couples making googly-eyes while waltzing. In simple words 'boring-to-death'. After a few introductions and re-recitation of 'Arjun's rules' he left me, to make an important call.

Now do you get why he isn't my type? 

Though my saviours-food and drinks counters- where whispering to approach them, I couldn't.  Reason: Music. Being a violinist,  I could appreciate music but can never stand these repetitive notes that every posh hotel has vowed to use.

Suddenly a light bulb flickered ON inside my head.

Time to spice things up. I conveyed my impromptu plan to my band, ending it with a villainous laugh.

15 minutes later, my band made an entry into the hall with Symphony carrying her clarinet, Rio with his harmonica and flute, Rishab with his sitar and Alex hauling a Cajon.

"What the hell Alex!!" I wispher yelled. "I swear to God Sam! If you had expected me with my usual drums and percussion, you are crazy. They aren't easy to carry"

"Not that idiot... your outfit..." even I was out of words looking at his hello kitty PJs.

"I was busy at my girlfriend's house and they dragged me"

"Spare me the details. How did you people even get across the security?" I was puzzled

"Few lies from sweet innocent Symphony here" Rishab answered.
"So where is your violin Miss?"

Turning around I pointed the side stage where musicians were seated, playing music without soul. "We are gonna borrow a violin and stage from them"

After deceiving the musicians into a room in the pretext of appreciation and treat from a supposedly big shot who enjoyed their musical masterpiece,  we locked them there and took the stage.

When unconventional instruments like our's come togeather in the name of band, it's inevitable to expect a disaster. But this weirdness was our gift. We were unconventionally harmonic. Our notes make heads turn, ears perk up and add tap to every foot. People enjoy our music with all heart rather than just admiring and trying to decode it.

It was our motto. We orchestrate chords to connect to our audience. And my biggest dream was to make our band 'ENSEMBLE' a integral and inevitable mark in this musical society. And that was the reason for me dropping out of Buisness administration without an ounce of regret. Inspite of our unwavering spirit and an year of hard work, we are still struggling to meet financial needs.

Our show started with Rio's melodious flute notes which was later accompanied by clarinet speeding up the flow. But when Alex's Cajon joined, the melody morphed into tap. The base was laid, attention was gained. Intrigued eyes narrowed on us. Rishab's sitar strings resonated bringing in contemporary flavour and faces lit up with smile. Connection was made. When strings stopped my violin started weaving a vibrant victorian floor where couples happily traded slow waltz for galop. Hearts were captured.

The resonating applause and cheers marked success. Turning around I found my band with wide smiles and glistening eyes. Dreams. Hope this high profile party earns us a few more chances and investors to showcase our talent.

Wrapping up, I gave myself a mental pat for being awesome again. Approaching us with a wide smile, Aju got hold of my ear and twisted it. "You never listen to me, do you?. But that was an awesome show"

"Aghh!! Aju you are hurting sweet little me"

"Sweet? My foot!!"

"Arjun dude!!" Alex squealed (yes, squealed) and eventually took him away from me. I swear Alex has secret man crush on Arjun. And Arjun is terrified of this lunatic.

While I was enjoying the comedy show, a waiter approached me discretely handing a envelope. On opening it, neat cursive alphabets started back.

"Fabulous show tonight!! Never knew a girl who was ready for a catfight over drumsticks could be a violin virtuoso.

You are one riveting person I would like to get to know."

And there was no need to pummel information about the sender from the waiter. Because a mobile number was scribbled at the envelope's corner.

"My darling drumsticks, mommy is already a step closer to you"

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