Tucking my violin
beneath my chin, I started to play and was immediately drawn into my own secret
realm. It was like a new experience every time I played my violin. I became
lost in the music, swept away by the melody, and forgot the rest of the world
existed. Even in practice, I poured my entire soul into the pieces I played
because, like love, I felt that true passion could never be put on hold. Music was
me, and I was it. I couldn’t imagine my life without it.
With a final
chord, I ended my piece.
Apollo didn’t
applaud me, but his admiring smile was praise enough. “I’m looking forward to
the day when that piece is finished.”
I blushed,
realizing I should have known the god of Music would recognize an unfinished
composition when he heard one. I wondered if he knew I had written it for him.
“Your turn,” I
said, setting my violin on the stand I kept in my bedroom.
“The only
instrument I want to play now is you. Like my lyre, plucking all the right
strings to make you sing.”
I could hardly
contain my smile. “Is tha’ so?”
“Indeed. Come
over here and let’s discover the highest note you can reach.”
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