Letters From Marie

Eyes

Satomi

It’s been a few more weeks since Marie left Inkopolis, and well... it’s a bit lonely. I would hardly pick up my cello, anything that’s a instrument would make think of her. And ever since I found out that Koro died, the world keeps getting grayer. I had to help look after his father, who now, was trying to keep a smile. Though, after every shift, he went to his shrine he made himself, talking to it. Like he was talking to his son. And who I also worry the most is the Kaiyo twins, especially Deji. Saya tells me how much Deji is in bad shape, and people give us too much pity when they feared the guy. “Satomi... aren’t you ready?” Mother called, she was dressed in fancy clothing ready for this concert I was forced to go to. “Yes...” softly I nod my head. “It should take your mind off of Koro, and I hear there’s a soloist at this concert,” Mother tries to bring me into a positive mood. I didn’t answer, and we drove off. In the car, mother said, “And hopefully, this concert will give you inspiration to play your cello, right?” “Correct mother...” I mutter, staring out the window to see the world past by.

We get to the concert hall, I always went here and also did concerts, solos, competitions. Sometimes it weird to watch someone where you’ve performed before. I just knew, that I would not have a fun night, anything classical just reminds me of my long lost Marie. We took our seats a little bit near the stage, but not to close. The program always caught my attention, I open to the first page and went on. Already the lights dim before I could get to the pieces, and I don’t want to read while a symphony is playing. Everyone was already on stage, the concert master tunes everyone. The conductor smiles as he walks up on stage, waving just a little. The conductor turns his back to us and was ready to conduct. Everyone plays their first note of the piece Serenade for Strings by Tchaikovsky. I’ve heard this song so much, nothing is ever new about this song. They play it exactly as written, their blank expressions are always the same as well.

\_INTERMISSION_/

After the two songs played and the intermission finished that’s when the conductor and this Octoling came onto the stage. Each step she took her tentacles bounced, and swaying a little bit behind her. In her hands, an almost red colored violin reflects light into the audience. She stands in front of the audience with a very blank expression. The symphony behind her starts playing a piece that sounded familiar. It took me a second to think what this song was, until she drew down the first note with the bow. It all came together, this song was Tchaikovsky’s Violin Concerto in D Major. However, she didn’t copy the sheet music to memorize her solo, she did her own style, and that’s what made me forget everything and admire her. Her emerald colored eyes gleamed in the lights, as she’s into her music. And I felt the messages she sent me. It was like only meant for me, and nobody else. Her aura, it’s only her, and she owned the piece.

At least they symphony was still in sync with her, but she’s not letting them so easily. She knows what she’s doing, and that made me...

The song was finished, everyone was lost and confused. They realized it was done, everyone roars and cheers. One by one everyone jumped out of their seats, I myself was one of them and my family. The symphony bows, then the conductor takes the soloist’s hand and they bowed too. Eagerly, I went right into the program to find who she was. There was a paragraph about her and the conductor.

Feliciana Esposito

A young prodigy, just moved here only one week ago to join our symphony. Despite of her rare beauty and being a violinist, she loves literature and is quite exquisite with the art.

She looks like someone who would like anything artsy, not to mention she’s really pretty. Me and my family exit the concert hall when I accidentally bump into someone. It was her, Feliciana. Her emerald orbs were glued to my sea green ones. “Oh you okay? I’m very sorry I bumped into you,” she spoke so formally, and well... emotionless. “Y-Yes... I’m alright,” I stammer a bit. She chuckles with a big grin on her face. “Anyway... you were great up there...” “Thanks, well... I have to leave, nice to talk to you...” she giggles, and drifts away. She was way prettier up close, and when I was talking to her, my heart rapidly kept beating.

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“Who really are you?”