The Shattered Memory of a Violinist

//Three - Calm before the Storm//

MARA ISOBEL SINGER

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//Three — Calm Before the Storm//

Willa Van der Mariel

“Ugh!” I snapped at the music book. “Why can’t I get you right?”

My music book didn’t answer, only stayed open to the page I was practising. 

Which, I suppose should make me feel better. I don’t think I want a talking music book.

I had been practising since this morning, having eaten only toast all day, I was starving. But, I ignored it and kept playing. Mike was bringing home McDonald’s on his way back from work for lunch, so what’s the point in being full for McDonald’s.

I adjust my bow, and take a deep breath. My finger’s glide to the right cord’s, and I stroke them softly with my bow. Violin was a big part of my life, and I couldn’t imagine parting with it. It’s name is Vincent the Violin. He was my first violin, that I had ever performed with and I adored him. He still looked brand new, always polished and well kept. Unlike Eldon’s guitar which had a few cut’s and bruises from living with my brother. I begin to play again, creating softer note’s into deeper note’s than straight into high note’s. It happen’s to be note working for me. 

Rude. 

“Why the hell do you keep repeating that over and over?” Demanded a familiar voice.

I looked over, and was met by the piercing blue eyes of Mason, my neighbour. He was looking bed ruffled, and mad. He looks as if he had just woken up. At eleven o’clock?! Lazy ass. Yet, he still look’s really good looking.

Ugh, I hate good looking people.

“I have to get it too perfection” I retort. “You wouldn’t understand”

He frowns. “You have no idea how many hour’s it take’s to get this hair to be perfect. Now, play something different like Ave Maria or Mazeppa” 

My jaw dropped. “You like classical music?”
“What?” He look’s appalled. “No! It’s boring and shit”

Willa, he is lying his ass off. 

I gave him a pointed look. “Then how did you know that?”
“Melia is always screaming about music and practicing. I pick thing’s up, sadly. Now, stop repeating those note’s, you got them right”

“I sure as heck did not!” I thrusted my bow at the book. “I can’t snap right into a high, yet”

“You’ve been doing it for the past hour, and if you don’t believe me, do the hole piece and see how it sound’s in the actual music”

I scowl at him, and pull my bow back. His advice isn’t bad. “Fine” I say stubbornly, then I turned to my violin and began to play.

Unfortunately, Mason was right. I was able to do it, which made me flush when he rose his eyebrows in victory. 

Oh, god he looks so hot.

“I was right. Now, play some Mazeppa or go stop. It’s hurting my head”

I flick the page over, grinning to myself. “I think I am going to go over some Ramones. Katrina said I should”

I heard him groan in annoyance, and began to play. I made mistake’s, and whenever I did, I redid the whole piece. Starting from the start, and going right to the mistake. Eventually, the fun ended when I perfected the sheet and tucked my violin away. Mike wouldn’t be home from his shift at work until one, but would probably stay later to help out more, then finally come home with our food. I’ll just go to the hospital. With a sigh, I yanked my sketch bag off the desk and glided out of the room.