"Are you sure that you're the best violinist here because i think you're the worst" black haired figure chuckled
I never felt humiliated in my life
.......but not until now
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VIOLIN Where violinist elenora meets...
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❖. .❖ SOMETIMES, EVEN THOUGH I'M little lethargic and weary I still have the emboldening soul to stop these 'self forsaking' from gathering in one place and soon will spread freely and not to mention so delightedly. So, in that case I practice violin in hopes to avoid my throbbing head. But, what if violin itself is a another story.
"Can you work baby? We've been together for six years and this is not the time for you to mess up," I held my jealous boyfriend up to my face and the reason he's jealous it's because I assume that my finger tips took the control of me and dragged me out of my bedroom to the room where it has light-hearted instruments but in the same time I decided to call it trivial room since it doesn't include my soon to be husband, but since when piano so abruptly became an cheerful instrument. Either way I made it there and my forefinger surprised me when it pressed a key from the grand piano.
I guess they needed break from violin.
And I regretted. Regret was in my heart for the pass hours for letting them have the best time of their life. Violin remained jealous for the pass hours too and he took this chance to release the jealousy by trilling. God how much I hate that specific sound. "Is that how you trifle Lin? Is that so?"
"Elle stop talking to the V, and go to your mother she needs you," dad softly spoke from behind and I quickly shut my eyes tight from embarrassment and whispered a "Ok," although he left whilst I tried to gather myself up.
But, this isn't the first time I heard the letter V by itself.
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Knocking on mom's offices's door would be a bother for me and especially for the hard worker women who's before me. Mom didn't even glance up to me from her Continuous work indicates how quite and smooth I was. But, the arm chair that was placed before her desk didn't execute its simple job which is, stay as noiseless as me and the previous encounter.
"It didn't do that one job huh?" Mom articulated as she focused on the papers before her. However, I didn't froze at my spot and stuttered, I simply sat down nodding and not to mention yawing from the fight that had going between me and violin. Mom breathed out and rubbed her temple before having the upcoming conversation with me that I had no idea what it's about. She started, "Baby you're here because I need to discuss about your celebration with you,"
"Okay?" The thing is I hate having serious discussion. Whether or not it's about me or other things I still hated it. Well, it's because I never been serious and I don't have time for seriousness. I repeated, "Okay?"
"Okay let's start then, first what do you want for the theme?" She asked a very hard question but her tone made it seem easy.
"Um, Lately I've been thinking about ottobeuren abbeys and magnolias. Just vintage related stuff," I replied as I held the back of chair's front legs and crawled forward so I can rest my hands on mom's desk.
