General disclaimers apply. i do not own. blah blah.

This was written under the influence of George Martin's "In My Life." It's an
interesting Album. (Beatles songs covered by artists.)

They are about ten in the beginning of this fic.

Because
Gemini Mewes

She wrinkled her brow in determination. Carefully, and ever so gracefully,
the bow caressed the strings. With her eyes shut tightly she swayed to
the music. Her hair was tied back to anything from distracting her.

Her small fingers held the strings in place to create each perfect note.

The sheet music was in front of her, but she didn't need it. She had this
piece memorized. She could hear the music playing in her head as she went
along.

"Here it comes," she thought to herself. "I will do it this time."

Perfect, Perfect. Perfect. Sour note.

She dropped her instrument to her side in frustration. "I don't understand."

"Michiru, honey, you picked a hard piece." A woman that was a silent presence
in the room made herself known. He sparkling green eyes were in stark contrast
to her carrot red hair.

"But Mom!! I should be able to do it. I've got it memorized. I'm good enough."

"Maybe you are concentrating to much on the notes and not on the emotion you
put into it." She walked over to her daughter. "Let me see." She put her hand
out waiting for the violin.

Quick to comply, Michiru handed, first the violin, then the bow.

The woman put the violin to her chin. She shook her arm then rested the bow
on the strings. "If there's no emotion, you look like a machine. And no
matter how perfectly the machine is programmed, there are always flaws."

She ran the bow across the strings checking to see if the instrument was properly
tuned.

Michiru watched her mother carefully. "I hope it's tuned." She beamed. "I did
it myself."

"It is." Her mother smiled.

She started out slowly. Her eyes closed. The melancholy noted lofted upward.

Michiru was held in rapt. She had seen her mother play before, but it was...
different. Now it seemed as a choir of Angels could join her at any moment.

Her mother drew out the last note. With a satisfied smirk, she handed the
violin and bow back to her daughter.

"What was that?" Michiru accepted the instrument.

"The Beatles, dear. John Lennon to be exact. It's called 'Because.'" She put
her hand on Michiru's shoulder. "That is emotion."

Michiru sighed heavily. She looked at her sheet music. A Beethoven or Bach
Concerto. She glanced at her violin, then up to her mother. "Could you teach
me?"

"Maybe later. I have to catch the bus into town." She turned and left.


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thus ends part 1.