The piece is easily my favorite so far. Each piece is my favorite as I have chosen them, but this one seems special. I can connect with it more than the others and I feel as if it needs to be perfect for it to be played and presented with justice. While I play, I make small mental notes about my style and the piece. I missed an accidental..I played over a rest...this dynamic is piano not metro piano....This continues until I finish and with my pencil I start circling each note and smile to myself. I pick up my violin and start playing again but I focus on a measure in which I have to slide my hand higher along the fingerboard to get a higher note. I fail a few times and as I take it note by note, I see my mistake. I go back a few more measures and try to shift earlier and with delight, I see that my new path worked. I keep practicing when I feel someone get closer. I look over to see her stretching out. I grimace but she still moves forward, her small hands moving the elbow of my bowing arm higher.
"You drop your elbow when you play and this makes it harder for you to cross strings."
I bite my tongue realizing she is right. Of course she is, she always was. Despite my annoyance, I take her advice and it does help. She leaves shortly after, much to my pleasure and I continue playing. When the bell rings, I go to my next class and watche videos on different types of shifting. I bookmark them and as school ends, I start walking to the music store I bought my violin.
As I enter, I admire the more expensive and better crafted violins on the walls. I make my way to the supplies and buy myself a new set of strings and rosin to replace the used ones and I pay shortly after. As I get home, I notice my father has left. I walk in get ready for bed, still tired from the night before. I watch more videos on my phone. I plug my phone in to charge and just as I am about to go to bed a ding goes off. I roll over confused, and as I check the phone, I nearly send it flying across the room. The notification name reads: ...
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The Violinist
RandomWith a life that is difficult, his only escape is the music he loves so dearly. Practicing and perfecting his piece brings him and the troubled life of his bring him sanity.