A Bow and A String

Chapter 1

I never thought I would make a friend on the first day, or even make any friends at all.  However, now that I think about it, I can't exactly consider her as a friend, only because we've become something much, much more.

It was the day of the auditions, All City had seemed like a huge privilege, and I figured playing more would result in the improvement of my violinist skills. (which were absolutely horrid at the moment.)  I'll get better at violin, I'll make new friends and have fun. I promised myself.  It felt like a waste of time at first; why play violin for two long, boring hours when I could be at home, indulging myself with chips and watching movies?  But dear reader, I assure you, I couldn't have been more wrong in my life!  If I hadn't tried out that one Wednesday afternoon, I wouldn't have met her, and I most certainly wouldn't be here, as lovestruck as I am today.

I had expected to be alone with the teacher during the trial, but it turns out, I was wrong once again!  We were to play several scales as well as a piece we knew aloud.  Meanwhile the whole class sat back and watched.  I couldn't bear to think of the class listening to my screeches and mistakes as I play.  Did I mention my fear of performances?  What a great way to start off the year...

As I waited for the inevitable call of my name, I glanced around the room, my eyes only to stop in front of the girl sitting besides me.  I found myself looking for too long.  She's cute, I thought to myself.  I brushed these thoughts away almost immediately, I mean, it's just a guy thing right?  The panic and worry of playing astage washed over me once again and all thoughts of the adorable girl sitting three feet away from me, vanished.  Gone that is, until, to my surprise, she lightly tapped my shoulder. 

"What are you going to play?" She questioned.  

With a little touch of regret, I quickly replied, "Dragonhunter,"  hoping that it was enough.  "You?"

She swiftly pulled out a sheet of music, its notes alien to me.  I have never seen such advanced music, let alone be in the same room as someone who could play one!  

"Anthony?"

The moment I've been dreading finally came, and just as I stood, the girl wished me good luck.   Thanks, I'd need it.

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The next several minutes (minutes which felt like hours) were so horrid, a terrible mixture of off-key notes–– playing too vile to describe.  I could feel everyone's eyes on me, silently judging me.  This is going to be a long year.

However, the rest of the day took a very pleasant twist!  A little after returning to my seat, the girl from before, poked at my shoulder gently once again.  She held out a pen and a notebook, and on it, light, comforting words scribbled on.  I am unable to find words to describe how delighted I was.  This girl, oh, we'll get along just fine.

Here's how the rest of the day went:

(I'm bolded) (She's italicized)

–You shouldn't worry if you won't get in.  Everyone gets in.  Trust me.

–Thanks, Just nervous.

–I bet.  Haha so how long have you been playing?

–Since 4th; you? 

–Impressive. 1st.

–Even better! I get shaky when playing in front of people. 

–I was like that.  I still do a bit.  Stagefright?

–Yeah, what’s your name?