This is a revised chapter one. I had a writer's block when I wrote the
original chapter one so I just typed up whatever. And I'm pretty sure that
the people reading this want the best out of me. And so here it is.
Strings of My Heart: Chapter 1
Zoom in, into the city of Hong Kong, and listen to all the industrious rustle of people passing by, anticipated, to be seated inside the theater. Never once had anyone quarreled over seats. No one, absolutely no one, wanted to miss any part of the performance at all. His playing was stupendous, alive, and dazzling.
Everyone was at the edge of their seats, but mostly the women. He was vigorously sawing at his violin as he played. He soon ended with his arm swung in the air declaring that the piece was completed. The audience sat in their seats, staring in awe as they began to smile one by one. Suddenly everyone was at the tip of their feet in a great standing ovation.
After a sharp and low bow, Syaoran looked at the congregation once again and curtly strode away from the stage. Swiftly, he packed his violin and closed the case, but people began to crowd around him and patted his shoulders. He was immediately immersed from the stage crew that began to crowd around him and had to be courtly while they praised him.
Finally, the company drifted away as a new wave inaugurated before him. Abruptly, Syaoran left the tide of peoples and ambled toward the stage door.
While closing the massive door, he could hear the manager of the theater pleading him to remain. Syaoran did not want fame. He wanted none of that. He would rather live on the streets than be surrounded by people and flashing lights. (a/n: *cough* cameras *cough*)
Syaoran ran through the alleyway and clambered over an ancient barbed-wire fence. As he jumped down he landed in a puddle making his attire muggy and soused as he kept running. His violin was still at his side yet something was amiss. He could not quite target onto it, but there was this feeling that something was not adequate. Syaoran neglected this - whatever it was.
He still persisted to yield the people that gaped at him. Somehow, though, Syaoran wound up in a misty park full of couples. But they did not mind him. They did not even recognize him from the vapor in the park.
Now there was definitely something askew. His violin case seemed a bit airy. It just hit him. This had happened once before and never had he wanted it to again.
Syaoran's gaze went from the couples to the violin case he held in his hand. It was not his! Did he take the wrong case? No, it could not be! His case had been right where he had left it. Cautiously, as if something was going to bulge out at him, Syaoran unfastened the clips on the side of his violin to reveal a rugged, wooden violin. It was not as hideous as he had thought it would be, but it desperately needed sanding.
His loved violin was stolen by some stupid imbecile. 'How could I have been so blind?! It was right there in front of me, wasn't it?!' There he was, trampling on the flowers under him in rage while the couples to his left looked warily at him and decided to tiptoe away towards another bench.
Taking in deep breaths, Syaoran thought how and when this crime had taken place. It, obviously, could not have taken place while he was playing for it was his violin in his hands. Could it have been the manager of the theater that stole his beloved violin? No, he would not be intelligent enough to formulate a plan that complex. Or could it have been one of the musicians in the orchestra wanting to sell his violin at an overrated price? No, he had met them all. They knew that there was a high-tempered side to him. Only fans would make that terrible mistake.
Of course! It had to be the people that crowded around him. It was the only time when he had adverted his eyes toward another direction than his violin. But which of those people could it be? The culprit could have been a man or woman.
Maybe he was thinking too hard. He could have accidentally taken one of the orchestra's violins. But he was positive about his decision in taking his own.
Syaoran sighed exasperatedly and ambled on towards the famous theater to search for his violin. He would just have to hope that that same congregation would not be there when he arrived.
Fortunately, there were no excited fans outside the theater asking for autographs.
While strolling through the lobby of the theater, Syaoran heard playing.
The beautiful sound, a sound so familiar, came from inside the theater. Quietly, he opened the large mahogany doors until there was enough space for him to see. What he saw was a young girl. WITH HIS VIOLIN?!
Syaoran then shoved the doors to its full extent and yelled," HEY YOU! GET BACK HERE!!!"
The young girl dreaded this moment. She jumped off the stage and fled towards the side doors. Unfortunately, she skidded to a halt as she saw Syaoran standing before it. She then hastily turned back around. But instead of running, she was still in that same spot with her arm in his hand.
Still holding the girl's arm, Syaoran reached out for his violin. Suddenly he felt drops of water on his hand that was stretched. His eyes were once again taken off his violin and sped onto the young girl's face. Tears were strewn across her face dropping every time she shifted. His clasp on her arm loosened as she crumpled to the floor crying with her shoulders heaving up and down. She was still holding onto his violin and bow as Syaoran studied her awkward actions.
Syaoran crouched to the girl's level with his elbows on his knees and his eyes fell toward the carpet. (a/n: they're at the bottom of the stage so there's carpet) Gradually, she stopped crying until she held out the violin against his chest. With this sudden force, Syaoran fell on his bottom and seized his violin.
Astonishingly, Syaoran placed the violin and his bow on the floor and helped the young girl up. She slowly let her hands fall to her sides and whispered," I'm sorry."
end!
Chapter 2 will be coming VERY soon! Please review again! -AnonymousT
Strings of My Heart: Chapter 1
Zoom in, into the city of Hong Kong, and listen to all the industrious rustle of people passing by, anticipated, to be seated inside the theater. Never once had anyone quarreled over seats. No one, absolutely no one, wanted to miss any part of the performance at all. His playing was stupendous, alive, and dazzling.
Everyone was at the edge of their seats, but mostly the women. He was vigorously sawing at his violin as he played. He soon ended with his arm swung in the air declaring that the piece was completed. The audience sat in their seats, staring in awe as they began to smile one by one. Suddenly everyone was at the tip of their feet in a great standing ovation.
After a sharp and low bow, Syaoran looked at the congregation once again and curtly strode away from the stage. Swiftly, he packed his violin and closed the case, but people began to crowd around him and patted his shoulders. He was immediately immersed from the stage crew that began to crowd around him and had to be courtly while they praised him.
Finally, the company drifted away as a new wave inaugurated before him. Abruptly, Syaoran left the tide of peoples and ambled toward the stage door.
While closing the massive door, he could hear the manager of the theater pleading him to remain. Syaoran did not want fame. He wanted none of that. He would rather live on the streets than be surrounded by people and flashing lights. (a/n: *cough* cameras *cough*)
Syaoran ran through the alleyway and clambered over an ancient barbed-wire fence. As he jumped down he landed in a puddle making his attire muggy and soused as he kept running. His violin was still at his side yet something was amiss. He could not quite target onto it, but there was this feeling that something was not adequate. Syaoran neglected this - whatever it was.
He still persisted to yield the people that gaped at him. Somehow, though, Syaoran wound up in a misty park full of couples. But they did not mind him. They did not even recognize him from the vapor in the park.
Now there was definitely something askew. His violin case seemed a bit airy. It just hit him. This had happened once before and never had he wanted it to again.
Syaoran's gaze went from the couples to the violin case he held in his hand. It was not his! Did he take the wrong case? No, it could not be! His case had been right where he had left it. Cautiously, as if something was going to bulge out at him, Syaoran unfastened the clips on the side of his violin to reveal a rugged, wooden violin. It was not as hideous as he had thought it would be, but it desperately needed sanding.
His loved violin was stolen by some stupid imbecile. 'How could I have been so blind?! It was right there in front of me, wasn't it?!' There he was, trampling on the flowers under him in rage while the couples to his left looked warily at him and decided to tiptoe away towards another bench.
Taking in deep breaths, Syaoran thought how and when this crime had taken place. It, obviously, could not have taken place while he was playing for it was his violin in his hands. Could it have been the manager of the theater that stole his beloved violin? No, he would not be intelligent enough to formulate a plan that complex. Or could it have been one of the musicians in the orchestra wanting to sell his violin at an overrated price? No, he had met them all. They knew that there was a high-tempered side to him. Only fans would make that terrible mistake.
Of course! It had to be the people that crowded around him. It was the only time when he had adverted his eyes toward another direction than his violin. But which of those people could it be? The culprit could have been a man or woman.
Maybe he was thinking too hard. He could have accidentally taken one of the orchestra's violins. But he was positive about his decision in taking his own.
Syaoran sighed exasperatedly and ambled on towards the famous theater to search for his violin. He would just have to hope that that same congregation would not be there when he arrived.
Fortunately, there were no excited fans outside the theater asking for autographs.
While strolling through the lobby of the theater, Syaoran heard playing.
The beautiful sound, a sound so familiar, came from inside the theater. Quietly, he opened the large mahogany doors until there was enough space for him to see. What he saw was a young girl. WITH HIS VIOLIN?!
Syaoran then shoved the doors to its full extent and yelled," HEY YOU! GET BACK HERE!!!"
The young girl dreaded this moment. She jumped off the stage and fled towards the side doors. Unfortunately, she skidded to a halt as she saw Syaoran standing before it. She then hastily turned back around. But instead of running, she was still in that same spot with her arm in his hand.
Still holding the girl's arm, Syaoran reached out for his violin. Suddenly he felt drops of water on his hand that was stretched. His eyes were once again taken off his violin and sped onto the young girl's face. Tears were strewn across her face dropping every time she shifted. His clasp on her arm loosened as she crumpled to the floor crying with her shoulders heaving up and down. She was still holding onto his violin and bow as Syaoran studied her awkward actions.
Syaoran crouched to the girl's level with his elbows on his knees and his eyes fell toward the carpet. (a/n: they're at the bottom of the stage so there's carpet) Gradually, she stopped crying until she held out the violin against his chest. With this sudden force, Syaoran fell on his bottom and seized his violin.
Astonishingly, Syaoran placed the violin and his bow on the floor and helped the young girl up. She slowly let her hands fall to her sides and whispered," I'm sorry."
end!
Chapter 2 will be coming VERY soon! Please review again! -AnonymousT