A Bow and A String

Chapter 1

        I honestly wasn't very excited.  Honor Strings (or so it was called now) was having auditions on Wednesday, the 17th.  Green Day wasn't kidding when they asked to be woken up when September ends.  Though, I really have no choice.  I suppose this year wouldn't be as bad because I would be first chair, or at least I'd try to be.  

        I asked myself the question over and over again when we entered the bus and exited the bus.  Would I be first chair?  I decided not to think too much about it and just act professional in front of the new students, if there were going to be anyway.  I adjusted the strap of my violin case casually as we walked through the familiar halls.  I didn’t waste time to hush my group of middle schoolers before opening the door and walking into the classroom.

        I only noticed two new students.   A freakishly tall boy and a young girl.  (Freakishly tall is an understatement.  I feel like he towers me.)  I helped my friends settle down and greeted Ms. Jones before sitting in my rightful place in the first violin section and preparing my violin.  I knew very well that I shouldn’t be expecting to play today, but I suppose I hoped I could.  I assisted with the tuning, searching for practically any chance I got to show I can do something. 

        It wasn’t up until the moment I was helping her tune that I had gotten a clear view of the freakishly tall boy.  He wore a long sleeved shirt (must be insane in this weather) and also dark jeans.   And, oh, was he handsome.  If only I could put how pleasurable it was just to gaze at him.  His dark brown eyes were soft and gentle, and something about the way they crinkled made him seem…kind.  I knew I shouldn’t have been staring for so long, but I assumed no one had noticed.  I looked back at the keys when he had looked up.  The moment Ms. Jones began to tune his, I cringed slightly.  Though, when I looked up and he was too focused on the tuning of his violin, I smiled to myself.  There was nothing more adorable than when a guy is embarrassed. 

        After the tuning, Ms. Jones was jumping into the auditions.  I hurriedly headed to my seat.  I couldn’t wait until I heard him play.  I sat almost impatiently besides my friend, Tawny, who had been here last year.  Since we were still waiting, I decided to ask him what song he was going to play.  I had asked virtually everyone else, it seemed only fair.  The nervousness inside of me didn’t seem to want to calm.  He replied softly, “Dragonhunter” It was a fairly good song, I would say.  When he had asked what song I was going to play, I nearly burst with happiness.  I showed him without hesitation the song I had been working on especially for this occasion, hoping to impress him.  When I heard him gasp quietly, I smiled to myself.  

        Soon, Ms. Jones asked all the new students to audition.  I tried my best to discreetly watch him get up and head to his audition chair.  As last year was, the students had to audition in front of everyone.  I really don't like the change.  Anyways, he grabbed his violin gently, his limble fingers wrapping around the neck, and strolled to the chair as if it were the most natural thing in the world.  I couldn't help thinking that admiring him was the most natural thing in the world.  After his audition, I tried to make an evaluation.  He played pretty decent, though his posture struck me.  I couldn't help but fidget a little once I saw it. Maybe I could teach him.  As i was lost in my own thoughts, I hadn't realized he sat down already.  I wanted to tell him that it was okay and that everyone got accepted.  Though, I couldn't seem to get the words out of my mouth.  Then, I came up with a brilliant plan.  I sucked at expressing myself verbally, but written on paper, my hands can do wonderful things.