A tall lanky man is pacing in his living room on a lazy sunday afternoon. He is reading at an astounding speed, much faster than any ordinary human could. What would take many hours stretched across days, if not weeks, only takes this young man mere minutes. Every single wall of the living room is dominated by bookcases and yet there are stacks upon stacks of books on the coffee table, entertainment center and even the floor.
Suddenly the sounds of a violin playing a song from the 'The Phantom of the Opera' are heard through the open window. Upon hearing this, the man stops his voracious reading and listens. The hint of a beginning of smile starts to play at the corners of his mouth until finally he is smiling like the Cheshire Cat from 'Alice in Wonderland' at the beauty of the sounds coming from a talented artist using a wood string instrument.
The man can't help himself but be drawn to the open window and look for the source. Looking down into the courtyard below, the man is disappointed in not finding the source. But a few seconds later he is looking across the courtyard at the apartment directly across from him. There is an open window, but the man can't see inside and thus unable to determine if the source is from the open window.
Slowly a form begins to appear in the shadows of the window, and the form is moving, as if playing the violin itself. That's when the man realizes that the form is playing the violin and the sound isn't coming from a recording which pleases the man very much. The man is surprised even more when the form comes into the sunlight pouring in from the window. A young woman is playing the violin and she is stunning.
The young lady is unaware of the audience she has captured in the form of the man across the courtyard. The man is disappointed because she does not stay in view for him to gaze at. Just as she came into the sunlight she moves away. But to describe what she is doing as only moving would be an insult. She is not merely moving, for she is dancing to and fro in her living room.
Just as calling it moving would be an insult, calling it dancing would be a shame. Because she is willowy in her dance as a ballerina should be but it's not ballet. Or rather it is not just ballet, the man recognizes it as a hybrid of different dance styles infused with moves of different martial arts. The man can not get himself to look and or move away from the sight.
The woman is basking in the endorphins running through her system, having just finished playing a few songs from one of her favorite plays and dancing while doing it. The woman should be tired, having woken up early, going for a run, a swim and some weight training before her performance in her living room. That's when the woman looks up, out the window and sees her neighbor across the courtyard staring back at her.
Author's Note:
I opened with a short, somewhat ambiguous chapter hoping to help pique your curiosity. I do not have any drafts laid out. I am planning on posting as I go. I will do my best to update as much as I can. This may be my story but I would like to hear your feedback and suggestions. I like other author's ideas on getting the reader's involved in polls, etc to help steer the story along. Don't worry I will not be posting so ambiguous and short in the chapters to come.
I am taking two of my favorite crime dramas and doing a crossover that I am sad has not happened yet in canon. I may just have some more crossovers from other shows, some characters, some references, etc. You'll just have to keep reading to find out.
Can anyone tell me where I got the title for this work from? First person to message me or comment as to where, gets to be the first to person to interact with my work. I'll let them come up with some prompts where they would like part of the story to go. and I will make a chapter using at least one of the prompts.
I have no problem with criticism, I prefer constructive, but it doesn't have to be. If I have spelling, grammatical and or any other errors, please point them out to me.
Hope you enjoy my work!