A Series of Unfortunate Events One Shots

The Violin Recital

Based on a scene from the books that was left out of the show, one of my favorites. Begin!

~Violet's POV

"That Coach Genghis is strange, isn't he," Duncan said as we walked to the auditorium.

"That's because he's Count Olaf in disguise," I replied quietly.

"I knew you recognized him," Klaus spoke up.

"Why didn't you guys tell Vice Principal Nero? Surely he could have done something," Isadora asked.

"Nada," Sunny replied, I was quick to translate her meaning, "It wouldn't have worked; nobody ever believes us."

"We believe you."

We all froze momentarily. I stared at the two triplets in shock. Duncan had a sincere smile on his face and warmth in his amazing green eyes. Isadora smiled warmly. I looked at Klaus and Sunny briefly. Sunny was smiling. Klaus was staring at Isadora as if he had been looking at an angel. I couldn't help thinking that I was looking at Duncan the same way.

"You really believe us," Klaus asked softly.

"Of course we do," Isadora answered, "And we'll help you guys get through this."

"But for now we should get to the recital," Duncan added.

We all continued into the auditorium and made sure to pick seats far in the back so no one would see us talking. I noticed Olaf, in his ridiculous gym teacher disguise, taking a seat at the front of the stage. I amused myself for a moment wondering if he actually meant to listen to Vice Principal Nero's awful violin skills. I sat next to Duncan, with Sunny on my lap, Klaus sat beside me with Isadora on his other side. The lights in the room turned off as Nero stepped out on the stage with a spotlight shining on him. Everyone clapped begrudgingly as he bowed and explained what he would be performing tonight. Once he started his pathetic attempt at playing the violin, we knew it was a good time to talk about the situation.

"See if you can spot any of Olaf's henchmen around," I commanded; we had already told the Quagmires about the rest of the evil theater troupe.

"I don't see anyone fitting the descriptions you gave us," Duncan said.

I sighed, "This is just great. We've had 2 weeks here without him, and now he's here, and we don't know what he might do this time-"

I was interrupted by Duncan grabbing my hand gently. He was smiling that wonderfully charming smile of his. I was thankful for the darkness as I could feel my face heat up.

"Violet, just relax," He said, "We'll figure a way out of this tomorrow."

Relax? How could I relax when my charming, and very attractive, journalist friend was holding my hand? Relaxing was rather difficult when I was around Duncan. He made me feel safe, but he also made me nervous. I've never met such a kind, handsome, boy before. Why did he have to be so perfect?

Despite this I felt myself breathing easier at his suggestion. We noticed Klaus and Isadora were engaged in their own soft conversation. I smirked a bit at the way they looked at each other; they were so obviously love struck since the moment they met. Isadora had confessed her adorable crush on my brother to me in private. Lately Duncan and I had been tempted to simply shove them into the Quagmires' broom closet and not let them out until they admit their feelings. I hadn't told her about my feelings for Duncan, as I wasn't ready to do so yet, but I'm sure I wasn't subtle.

Duncan leaned over to me, "I've been to some terrible concerts in my day, but this has to be the worst."

I smiled, "Tell me about them."