Sensual Music (Book One, Copywrited Plagarism will be prosecuted)21:53 Mar 31 2014
Times Read: 529
Chapter One
It’s an overcast day in my new home of Nashville, Tennessee. Even though I moved here only recently, I have visited a lot since I grew up about a hundred miles away. Finally after many attempts at finding a good job close to my home but not too close, I ended up getting offered a position as a nurse at Vanderbilt Hospital with the help of my best friend. Trying to get a better feel for the city, I choose to walk this Sunday rather than fighting the always busy traffic. However, today is my off day and I’m just out to spend some of my first paycheck since before my college years. After I stroll through a few clothing boutiques on Broadway and several shopping bags later, a bright blue neon guitar catches my eye.
Under the neon guitar is a sign that says “One Stop Shop for All Your Music Needs!” Since I need a few more guitar picks anyway, I decide to step inside just for a second. Looking around I am utterly astonished at how many instruments and other stuff they fit into this seemingly small shop. Everywhere I look there are loads of goodies, causing my earlier thought of just getting a few guitar picks to fly right out the window. I make a beeline for the guitar section near the back, eyeing a turquoise electric hanging on the wall.
On my way towards the guitar wall and my goal, a section of violins on the left wall of the store brings me to a near dead stop. I’m having an internal war in my head. I desperately want to go hold that beauty of a guitar, but something is pulling me towards the violins also. It’s a mystery to me as to why my feet go on auto pilot, turn, and start walking toward the left wall.
I notice a beautiful dark cherry wooden violin hanging high up. Oh crap, that usually means it’s expensive. Either way, I want to at least look at it. I summon the only salesman I’ve seen in the store so far; he brings the violin down and hands it to me. The graining pattern of the wood is unique. I have never seen anything like it. The deep cherry color and overall beauty has me breathless. Trying to be inconspicuous about it, I sneak a look at the sales tag. Holy shit! Well $2600 is pretty pricey, but I have seen them cost more and not be nearly as gorgeous. The new credit card in my wallet screams at me “Why Not?” Needless to say, I walked in for guitar picks but walk out with a violin and substantial debt, but a huge smile on my face.
As I walk down the street towards my apartment, the smile on my face slowly fades into a look of utter confusion. I love the violin; it’s beautiful. However, I can only play ‘Mary Had a Little Lamb.’ Even playing that is a big “if.” I may be lucky to make a smooth note rather than an earsplitting screech. I did take a few lessons when I was younger, but why would I all of a sudden buy a damn violin? I begin to be a little pissed off at myself and start to think of returning it later after I take home all my other shopping bags.
Walking out of the kitchen seeing all my goodies from my shopping spree spread out on my favorite piece of furniture, my huge teal blue ultra-comfy couch, I look at the violin case. I still don’t know what subconscious thought made me have to have it. Plopping down on the couch I pull the case over next to me and open it up. It is really pretty, maybe I don’t have to return it right away. The store does have a thirty day return policy. Not to mention I desperately wanted to know why the universe wanted me to have this particular instrument so badly.
Pulling it out of the case and holding it under my chin as I was once taught, I instantly feel a jolt of electricity through my body. My stomach drops, my heart flutters, and I nearly drop the violin when realization hits me. At that moment, I know exactly why the universe sent this sign to me. I nearly have a heart attack, my heart beats wildly in my chest, and memories of a handsome man flood my mind.
Chapter Two
I set the violin back into its case. My mind rushes back to when I was eleven and my parents wanted me to learn to play the violin. My mother’s family is from Canada and Scotland, and we all love the fiddle music. We were living in Alabama at the time so there was little hope for finding a teacher who would know the type of tunes I would like to play. Somehow my dad did find someone, and he came to our home for my first lesson. My parents had rented me a violin and got me a beginner’s book from the local music store.
After I meticulously went through my book and fiddled around with my violin for nearly a week, the day of my first lesson came. I opened my violin case and set my violin on one of the kitchen chairs my parents had set up in the living room. As I helped my dad set up the VHS camcorder, the doorbell rang. My dad let in a nice looking young man. He introduced himself to us all as Jeremy and shook my father’s hand.
Now, when I am just with my parents, I’m pretty outgoing. Around strangers however, I seem to freeze up and become extremely nervous. My first thought after seeing my new teacher was that he was too young to teach, much less play the violin well. I had started to shake as he made his way over to me, since I always shake when I am nervous; the image of a Chihuahua popped into my mind.
He reached out his hand and I lightly placed mine in his. A jolt of electricity coursed through my body as we shook hands. After the introductions my dad asked Jeremy if he would play a few tunes for us first. Graciously agreeing, Jeremy got out his violin and astounded us all by playing some of the songs we all loved. I was so happy my dad had the forethought to turn on the camera. My dad asked Jeremy, “You’re only sixteen?”
“Yes sir, I have been playing violin since I can remember,” he replied.
Being eleven and Jeremy being only sixteen, I was very intimidated by his genius ability at playing the violin. I couldn’t help but think of just how cute he was, even if I was intimidated by him. He was about five feet tall, hair that was such a deep brown it almost seemed black, and gorgeous blue eyes. My eyes were blue, but his were so much prettier than mine. If only I was older, his age, maybe he would have also found me attractive! Too bad for me, but if he had a girlfriend, she was one lucky lady!
My dad told me to do as Jeremy said and to listen carefully so I could one day play some of the songs Jeremy played. I picked up my violin and bow and sat down on one of the chairs in front of the camera and he sat on the other. My parents both curled up on the couch, out of the camera’s view. Out of nervous habit, I had started fiddling with my bow and violin.
After a few minutes we began our lesson. I was still fiddling with my bow when Jeremy reached over and stilled my hand. I felt that jolt of electricity again and pulled my hand quickly away, causing me to drop my bow. Jeremy bent down on his knees and picked it up, placed it on my lap, and told me not to touch it until he told me to do so. I immediately replied, “Yes sir.” Jeremy had replied with a simple “Good,” the corners of his mouth twitching a little and his bright blue eyes seemed to sparkle brighter than before.
The lesson started with Jeremy showing me how to properly hold my violin and bow. He placed my fingers exactly where he wanted them and told me not to move them. He asked me to draw the bow down one of the strings. I was sure he expected me to end up just making a screeching sound, but with all my previous practice I played a perfect smooth note. His eyes widened slightly as he said, “Very good, but you always need to remember to keep your hand open on the neck of the violin. Imagine an egg in your hand. Don’t crack the egg.” I replied with a “Yes sir,” seeing that slight smirk and sparkle in his eyes again.
About twenty minutes later Jeremy felt I was ready to try “Mary Had a Little Lamb.” As I was trying to read through the music and play at the same time, I forgot and closed my hand. I felt a hard tap from a bow on my hand. I immediately stopped and looked up at Jeremy. He looked at me as if I should have known what I did wrong. “Oh! Oops, sorry!” I said as I made sure to open my hand back up around the neck of the violin. Jeremy chuckled a little and said, “It’s okay just try not to forget again.”
Through the rest of the lesson, Jeremy admonished me with the tap of his bow every time I closed my hand on the neck of the violin. Each time his bow struck my hand I jumped in my seat, and each time the taps got harder and harder. Near the end of the hour, I seemed to enjoy being punished by Jeremy, but confused as to why. When I was bad, my dad did spank me, but I never wanted him to continue. Why did I secretly crave Jeremy’s admonishments? About ten minutes later our lesson was over and we said our goodbyes to Jeremy until our next lesson.
During the next week I practiced hours every day. Partly due to my OCD and partly for the cute guy who was only five years older than me. Today was our second lesson and I was waiting anxiously pacing around the house. Finally, the doorbell rang and I let Jeremy in so we could begin lesson two. He was blown away by the progress I had made over the week. I closed my hand on the neck of my violin every now and then, just to feel that tap of his bow correcting me. Each time I saw that slight smirk and sparkle in his eyes.
COMMENTS
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XdeadXinsideX
22:42 Mar 31 2014
Great story so far.... Cant wait for the next chapter of this book
Kingblackbelt
23:07 Mar 31 2014
very well written but would like to have read more bringing the story up to date