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Rhapsody
by: zulka
Oneshot
The nimble fingers moved delicately and spellbindingly across the fingerboard, playing notes of musical healing. He sat watching as long delicate fingers stretched across strings as the bow moved between that space that lay between the bridge and fingerboard bringing life to her song. It was fast paced and it tightened his heart as he watched her give in and become one with the music. He leaned in, elbows on the table as he looked intently to the stage.
As he listened and watched, he felt that feeling he always felt when watching the young artist perform. A feeling of calm and harmony would settle upon his scarred soul and he would feel life and love course through him, feeling as if she played only for him. He took in the wine off the shoulder dress she wore. It was a simple dress with embroidered black at the bottom which only reached three inches past her knees. Her shoes were simple black without heels and a small bow at the front. Her chocolate brown tresses were in a messy bun with some locks falling around to frame her face.
He stared at her closed eyes. He had only seen them once and he still remembered the fire in them. Dark mahogany matching the wine colored dress she wore at the moment. He leaned back as he continued to take the image of her in. It had been only a few months since he had first discovered the place and it wasn't until two weeks ago that she began playing and he had yet to find out her name.
He lifted his glass to his lips and drank the liquid slowly. The first time he had laid eyes on her, she had been wearing a simple white dress and her hair had been pulled back in a small ponytail. She only played three times a week and ever since he saw and heard her music he hadn't missed one of her performances. Everything seemed to fade away whenever he heard her. It was a strange feeling that took over him leaving him feeling as if he was weightless and without a care in the world…no tortured past…nothing. It was her music that soothed his pain.
Her music was reaching a crescendo and he knew that it would soon end. His eyes followed her fingers which were moving rapidly across the fingerboard pressing down on the strings with such certainty. The music began to slow down and it sounded more like a whisper and he wondered what her voice would sound like and then the music stopped.
Her eyes opened slowly and rested upon him and he felt as if she was staring right at his soul. But it only lasted a few seconds and her gaze ran over the rest of the spectators present before she took a bow.
Applause erupted along with praises. He too stood up but didn't clap. She smiled before walking off the stage and he decided to find out her name. Before, the four year difference between them would hold him back but now he figured it wouldn't matter if she was younger. With a smirk playing on his lips he set out to find her.
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AN: Well the idea for this came after I stared at my violin. lol. Unfortunately I don't play it anymore.