Prodigy

Part 2: A trivial mistake

(Written by Luna and edits by Alastair)

I enter the "stage area" as the instructor loves to call it but it's just a large classroom with different levels for the sections of the orchestra to be arranged in. Thing is I'm the last one there and the instructor seems to glance a glare at me as I now with zero words and go off to my cupboard. I look through the instruments before finding my violin case and pulling it out swiftly from the shelf that it occupies normally.

I enter through the room again as I lock the door behind me and take my precious violin up to the front of the room. Whispers enveloping my senses as some of the girls I glared at earlier say things about that event and others whispering in wonder.

I take the dark wood custom violin out of the case as I feel the majority of it for possible damage. I then tune it by humming which shocked everyone into silence, after I was done I played a quick bar of a jig I remember. I hold the violin stationary as the instructor walks up to each section and directs people there.

He soon turns to me and tells me, "your violin will resonate with anyone that hears it as always I'm guessing," I nod at his words as a piece of Mozart. I play the scores on the paper perfectly as I close my eyes and let my own unique playing technique kick in, also known as the reason my music resonates with the listener

Being a soloist is tough it's normally not the type of thing high schools do as a debut for the competitions, but this time they were determined it was the best idea.

When the rest of the orchestra finishes I play an extended note that twinges lightly to give the piece an ending.

And that's that. Another easy practise over too quickly for me to realise. The violin going back in the case and into its spot in my cupboard again.

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I walk back to my dorm with my hands in my pockets. The baseball team coming back from their ridiculously long breakfast as I yawn a bit and weave through them. "Sawamura, I didn't expect you to be coming back around now. Miss me or the team?~" Miyuki says as I glare daggers at him.

"Kyahaha, seems they didn't miss you Miyuki!" The shortstop; I think, says as I just walk past them with my head up and my tie blowing against the wind. I lightly just pull it off as I hold it in my grasp fiddling the chords of the piece I played only a few minutes ago.

I feel eyes still trained on me as the whispers continue at an immense amount. I sigh softly at the constant whispers that follow me like a plague. Do they not realise I just want them to leave me alone?

I walk into my room as the door lightly taps against the door frame but not closing. I throw the silk performance tie to the side as it falls softly like a feather on one of my guitars. I slowly take my stupid formal suit off as I get changed into the school uniform. The white shirt scratching against my skin.

I quickly pull on the rustic blue tie as I tie it how I would any tie. I pull the sweatshirt on as a form of extra warm against the cold weather. I search my drawers for my black gloves, pulling them on and pulling the strap over my wrist as I move my fingers. I grab the book bag that sits next to my drawers as I leave.

I pull earphones out from my book bag as I place them in my ears lightly, my gloved fingers touching my ears before resting in my trouser pockets.

The song playing being a favourite of mine as I walk to the beat and hum quietly the notes of the song that often resides in my mind. The song I hum constantly even when I should stay quiet. Bring me to life, a song that many listened to in the early 2000s but rarely actually mentioned nowadays unless the person doesn't listen to the mainstream of now.

I keep walking as I listen to my music fully, closing my eyes as I walk. Taking my gloved hands out of my pockets and miming how I would play if I had a violin in my hands at that moment.