You can create any kind of feeling with most instruments, but with the violin… it's different. It's as if you live those feelings –or at least for me. That is probably why the violin became a part of me ever since I turned four. And of course, there's also the fact that the violin is probably the only thing my dad and I will ever agree on. Since it had been his dream to play the violin when he was younger, I felt proud of living his dream. I do admire my dad very much, after all. Sadly, though, there are times when father and son don't agree with each other. And disappointingly, that happened to me.

When I turned ten, my uncle took me to a store specialized for musical materials. I'd never been to one, so I was pretty impressed. But what most stuck to me was the conductor I saw in that shop. He was looking for a new baton, and I remember how I curiously gazed at him as he tried all of them. The way he held them, the way he swung them around… it reminded me of the way I felt with a violin bow. So after the man left with a new baton in tow, I began to do the same as he had. I can still remember the feeling that bubbled inside me as I first held the baton. As soon as I swung it, I could already hear millions of instruments begin to play in my ears. Ever since then, I felt as if the violin was just a hobby for me –directing and composing was what I was born for. And that feeling never passed away with the years. I began composing my own pieces, and even when I entered high school, I still pretended to be a conductor by swinging my violin bow around.

Unfortunately, my dad didn't feel like I should become a composer. He was all set on I being a worldwide famous violinist. Like I mentioned before, he saw his dream be fulfilled through me. And any other kid would've fought until the end to be able to do what she or he would've wanted to. But I didn't. My dad was like a hero to me, and I wasn't about to disappoint him by leaving the violin. So I kept practicing said instrument. I kept practicing to such extent, that I managed to convince my dad that I had left all my wishes of being a composer aside. He even enrolled me in Boston University of Music as an aspiring violinist. But unlike his thoughts, I never gave up being a composer. I still composed every single night, and I still pretended to be a conductor every morning.

Which was why I was walking down the piano hallways that afternoon. There was a competition being held near the end of the school term around the country. We had to compose a duet, and whoever did the best job, was awarded a scholarship to attend a German university for composers and conductors. I was convinced that my dad would finally accept my goal if I proved to him I could be successful at it. I was so set on it, that I'd even begged Ian Kabra to play the violin for my duet when he was in an extremely bad mood.

"Did you hear?" a young student asked her friend.

"Hear what?"

"About the Ian Kabra incident."

"Oh. My God. Of course I did!"

I chuckled as I continued my way. Ian Kabra was known for three things: his good looks, his incredible talent with the violin, and his extremely bad temper. Our college lasts four years, which are regarded as four levels. Thanks to his talent, Ian was the first student in history to skip the entire third level and pass to the fourth and final level, where I was. However, that day, thanks to his temper, he became the first student in the history of the university to be pushed down a level. Many people are arguing that it wasn't fair, since he deserved to skip a grade. But after hurling your school materials and violin bow at your teacher's face because he corrected you, especially if it's proud teacher, being pushed down a level by the excuse of immaturity wouldn't be so unexpected.

A sad but well-played melody emerged through the hallways. I stopped for a while, listening. But after a few seconds, I concluded that whomever was playing couldn't keep up with Ian's pace, so I kept walking.

Ian was pretty mad about it after he heard the news. He even threatened to sue. But Mr. Campbell, the victim of Ian's mood swings, wasn't even fazed –which angered the rich boy even more. I grimaced as I remembered his poisonous face. Even though I'm a martial arts expert, I'm still quite proud to have spoken to Ian in a bad time for him. The fact that he accepted to participate in my duet made me even prouder. After all, there'd already been rumors that he had knocked down kids who had bothered him when he had been in a bad mood. And not just did I escape without a scratch, but he accepted to be in my duet. Now, I only had to search for a good pianist to play with him, which was harder than it sounded.

"Mr. Rosenbloom, it's a surprise to see you here," Mr. Lowe said.

I smiled at him. "As you know, I'm looking for a pianist for my violin and piano duet."

"Yes," Mr. Lowe replied. "I heard you managed to book Ian Kabra. Congratulations."

My smile grows. "Thanks."

Mr. Lowe used to be my music teacher back in middle school. He got promoted to a job in the university, teaching aspiring pianists, so I then saw him nearly everyday on campus.

Mr. Lowe pointed at the end of the hallways. "Keep walking straight ahead. You'll find what you're looking for."

I gazed curiously at him, which he returned with a knowing smile. His blue eyes were mischievously glinting. "Trust me."

He patted my back before leaving.

I decided to follow his advice. After all, Mr. Lowe had always had a great ear for music. And he'd definitely heard Ian play before, so he might've known which pianist could keep up with the twenty-one-year-old.

As I began to reach the end of the hallway, a piano melody began to reach my ears. Youthful, heart-warming, and lively were the first words that came into my mind as I stood there, enjoying the melody. I closed my eyes, already imagining it weaving with Ian's part in my composition. The piano part in my piece was supposed to emit the same feelings that that one was.

I finally reached the door, and slowly push it open. My eyes instantly landed on the green-eyed girl playing the piano in front of me. As her fingers pushed down the piano keys, she looked as if she was made to play the piano. Her face was bright, and it seemed to connect with the piece.

However, it all stopped once her eyes locked with mine. She suddenly stopped, as she sat straighter.

"Oh," was the first thing she said to me.

"I'm sorry," I began. "I-"

"No, it's okay," she cut in, light-heartedly. She glanced at the clock in the wall in front of her, grimacing. "Oh, God. It's already thirty past one. I must've kept you waiting. I'm so sorry."

"What?" I murmured.

She stood up, recollecting her stuff. "This always happens when I reserve this room. I only ask for an hour, and I end up using two."

"You don't seem to-"

"Don't worry, don't feel as if you're kicking me out," she said, smiling. "I'm used to it. By the way, are you new? I've never seen you."

"I'm not new," I answered. "I'm not a piano student."

Her eyes narrowed in curiosity. "Huh?"

I chuckled, rubbing the back of my neck. "I think it's worth explaining over a cup of coffee."

The girl tilted her head, clearly confused. "Uh…

I stretched out my hand. "I'm Jake. Jake Rosenbloom."

The girl hesitantly took it. "Amy Cahill. You were saying something about explaining it to me…?"

"Yes. I'm a last year student in violin," I explained. "And I would love it if you could play the piano for me. It's for a project."

Her lips curled up in a smile. "You want me to play the piano for your project? Really?"

I nodded. "As I said, I'd rather explain it over a cup of coffee."

"Of course," she replied. "I have the entire next hour free, so it wouldn't be bothersome."

"That's good," I said, grinning.

I'm a huge Amian fan, but I'm also turning to the Jamy ship. And seeing how very little Jamy multi-chaps there were, I decided to add my own :) I'm a first-timer at this, but I still hope it didn't have many mistakes. Thanks for reading!