I was walking home from school one day, and there was a new poster on the church wall that said: NEW violin competition! sign up now, auditions on Sunday, from 10:00 to 11:00 am, and remember, NEW stands for natural, Executive, and whimsical company!
I ripped the poster off of the church and ran back home as quick as I could, my textbooks in one hand and the poster in the other, kind of crumpled. When I got home, I showed 3 of my sisters and brothers, and they said:
"Pfft, what kind of talent to do you have, playing terrible violin?" I was so angry, I rushed to my room and slammed the door of my room, and sat on my bed, trying to blink back tears, but it was hopeless, the tears fell out of my eyes, and landed in the palm of my cupped hand, I tried to resist from crying but it was no use. I thought about my brothers and sisters, how they had never gotten a bad grade at school, and were always good! Then I realized, they were right, I was a terrible violinist, I barely knew how to play the 7th fantasia from the 12 fantasias, because I could never get the double-stops in tune even though I had perfect pitch. Just then, somebody knocked on my door.
"Can we come in?" someone who sounded like my mom said in a muffled voice.
"Sure," I said, hoping it wasn't another one of my older brother Christian's pranks. But it wasn't, it was my mom and my oldest sister, who at the time hadn't been teasing me because she was in the kitchen with my mom, making ravioli and Chinese dumplings, it is what her great grandma taught her because my great great grandma was Chinese. They both sat down next to me one on the left, one on the right. They comforted me, and I was thinking *Hey, maybe I'm not such a failure at violin, I have only been playing for 11 months, and I'm already at Carmen Fantasy and 12 fantasias which, for 1 year is really advanced.
A/N when I wrote this, I was playing those pieces, 6 years after I started, it is really advanced go check it out on apple music, now I'm playing number 9 and 16 paganini caprices, Bloch Nigun and concerto no. 22 by viotti first movement.
When I got to the competition for the audition, I decided to sneak into the studio, because there wasn't really any other way that I would be able to enter, because, obviously, I was black, and I really wanted this, it was my passageway to the big music league! I tiptoed past the registration man, past the people and made my to the studio, I knew where it was because it was near the "black"* church, where everybody went to make their prayers, they were basically the same place, the studio was very very big like the size of 4 of the apartments I lived in glued together! it was that big! when I was ready for my audition, I went into a special room in the studio, and with this judge, I started playing my heart out for the judge. For my fingers were like a river, floating across the fingerboard, the music sounded like birds, singing for the wind.
One thing I hadn't noticed when I had come in, was that there were a sign for the judge that said "CHARLES BORINGTON, HEAD JUDGE OF NEW COMPANY" I, Chloe Millennial, could not belive that the judge was my violin teacher! when I finished Mr. Borington said "Amazing playing!" the double-stops were perfectly in tune!" when I had left the special room, I couldn't stop smiling.
Maybe I, Chloe Millennial, could be the best violinist in the world!
*my complaints exactly just take over the "white" church
sorry, there will be no sequel! :)
