The Violinist

Moving On

It is now the beginning of senior year. My birthday party went down as Memorable to say the least. All I can say is thank goodness that I had time to clean up cover break. Since then, not much has improved. I still have the same crappy grades but I show up to class more often. Instead of focusing solely on violin, I make music and songs on a computer I salvaged. Another is I met a girl over the summer, Elena. She's...different but in a good way. School ended so i make my way to Vixen's. Grimm retired and we had to hire a new bouncer: Axel. Grimm still shows up for a drink every week and we catch up. As I walk in, I see Luna and there is an awkward silence between us. Things have not been the exact same since I had to pick her up from a friend's party. Let's just say she had too much to drink and nothing to lose. I start stocking when she pulls me aside to talk. As she talks, I realize that things are going to change. Hopefully, for the better.
She, like Grimm, is retiring, and she's wants Me to inherit the place.
Obviously, I'm in shock but I say yes. How could I not? After a few hours of signing papers, toasts, and an hour that won't be mentioned or remembered, I look at the club. Things may just look up for me after all.
I leave and instead of going home, I go to the same place I bought my first violin. I walk in and go to the Hiroshi Kono 4/4's violin I have dreamed of buying since junior year. I pick it up and ask for help. 20 minutes later, I leave with $3,000 dollars less but wider smile then the price. When I get home, I rush to tune it. I've moved into my father's room when he died. Once tuned and everything is ready, I pull out a familiar and comfortable piece called Organ Fugue in D Minor. I glide across the strings, marveling at the near nonexistent pressure needed to play. Every note played is like an angelic choir and I feel liberated. I pick up the tempo, my fingers dancing and shifting with the song. When the piece is over I take a smell of the rich carved cherry wood used to make such a beautiful instrument. I clean and carefully put it away next to the desk that carried my computer. I check my phone and while no one's texted, I no longer feel the jab of pain or the dismal feeling of loneliness I once did those many months ago. I open my texts and go to a recent chat and type,
"Hey there..."
Once done, I go and sit in the backyard and watch the sun fall. I sit there and wait until 7 until I stand up and go get ready for work.