Write me a Song

Chapter 3

Sherlock constantly bothered Veronica about listening to her play once he found out she had been playing the cello. Since the two never made small talk until recently they really hadn't known much about their outside lives. But Veronica was adamant about Sherlock not listening to her play until her recital, which was a few days away.

It was the day before her concert and she ran about her room tossing various dresses and blouses around. Her room was complete chaos. Suddenly a very amused looking Sherlock came in. Veronica turned around and frowned "What are you doing here?" she asked.

He pointed across the street "I can see you from my window. It's quite entertaining."

Veronica huffed "Shut up. You need to leave, my room's a bloody mess!"

"It's not like mine's much cleaner." he muttered brushing some clothes off to sit on a chair.

"Fair enough. Since you're here you can help me." She grabbed four dresses. "Which do you like best."

Sherlock stared at her dumbfounded, "You're asking me for fashion advice?" Veronica nodded her head. "Fine. Well with your hair and eye color I'd say the blue one suits you best."

Veronica grinned and dropped her dresses. "Brilliant! Why didn't I think of that?" She said and kissed the top of his head then ran off to the bathroom to change.

Sherlock sat once again dumbfounded. He felt numb inside, he was also amazed that such a simple and meaningless gesture could make him feel so, so amazing. Veronica ran back into the room wearing a deep blue dress that reached her knees. Sherlock stared at her in awe. She looked so beautiful. Sherlock hadn't even noticed until now how much she had matured. He looked Veronica up and down paying special attention to how developed the curve of her waist had now dramatically changed since when they first met at 12 and how her breasts had become more pronounced.

"So, how do I look?" She asked doing a twirl.

"Amazing." He groaned mentally that he couldn't have used a better adjective to describe her.

"Oh gosh Sherlock you're too nice." Veronica smiled and ran back to change into normal clothes.

She came back into her room and plopped onto her bed "Ugh." She groaned "I have to practice. So out" Veronica said standing up and poking Sherlock in the chest "Come on, I don't want you to hear me until the recital."

Sherlock rolled his eyes "Okay, okay I'll leave." He said putting his hands up defensively.

"I'm watching out the window to make sure you're at your house before I start." Veronica said jokingly but she was going to watch him. She didn't need the added pressure of Sherlock watching her until she felt prepared to have him watch.

Once Veronica had watched and made sure Sherlock was at his home she sighed and wandered over to her cello case and opened it pulled her music and foldable stand out, then pulled out her large beautiful instrument, and pulled up another chair. She then sat and played. The piece was Adagio in G minor by Albinoni. The song itself was around 8 minutes long, however, her practicing went for almost over two hours. Sherlock said performance ready, and somehow that reassured her more than it did when her instructor told her, with all her time spent picking an outfit out and practicing it was already close to 9 and she wanted a good night's rest.

At 8:30 a.m. Veronica's alarm rang she shut it off, groaned, and stretched. "Bloody hell..." she muttered today was the big day she already had butterflies in her stomach and she didn't have to perform till eleven. She got up and grabbed her dress, she wandered into the bathroom to get ready. By the time she was finished showering, doing her hair and makeup, and dressing it was 10 a.m. time to leave.