Enchanted Savior Violin

Chapter 2

It was all about music, to a certain extent where it scared me. I waited outside the music director's door. Which music director some may ask, well I really have no idea. My leg bounced in anticipation as students passed saying, "I really have to learn how to play pianissimo," or, "Bason's are pure gold here," or, "My clarinet's barrel is screwed up," a barrel, on a clarinet doesn't sound very good in my opinion that is, but I wouldn't really know…

I really don't see the point in all this but, I'm here so, what the hell, it's not is if I can't get out of it. I could just tell the guy I tried, but it's not working out, so please don't fail me in every grade, then give him the puppy dog look…ya that should do it…

"Hino Kahoka?" a woman in all black called out to me her eyes peering through her dark glasses.

"Yes?" I questioned standing up.

"He's ready for you," she said rolling her eyes a little, and strolling into her office, "He's right through those doors."

"Thanks," I mumbled entering the room.

A brunette man was scribbling something down on a piece of paper when he looked up to find me standing in the doorway.

"Hino Kahoka?" he questioned.

"That's me," I announced forcing myself to be cheery.

"Please sit," he gestured smiling.

"Thanks," I said closing the door and sitting across from him.

"I'm Jerry Goldmine," he announced with a little twinkle in his eye, "I'm a musical director of the orchestra here, and am very pleased to meet you, I've heard great things from past years about your violin performances."

I smiled at him as his, smile turned into a frown.

"I know you must be very sad for you're loss," Jerry said, "Keith was…a great friend to me as well, and not to mention my favorite trumpeter," he folded his hands on his desk, and added, "But, it's time to move on."

I just stared at this man like he was an idiot, and stood and walked towards the door.

"Where are you going?" he questioned, "I'm not done yet."

"I'm sorry it was a mistake for coming to this overly dramatic place," I replied.

"It's not dramatic here anymore, I'm glad to say," he stated as I halted my retreat.

"Your little hello just told me different," I stated.

"I'm sorry," he said, "Please rid me of my dramatic-ness."

"It was last year when he died, and you talk about him as if he died yesterday," I stated.

"I just wanted you to know I knew him without awkward conversation," he replied.

"Seriously?" I questioned his stupidity, "That was kind of awkward to me."

"I know…" he said, "I was a bit nervous…"

"Nervous for a student?" I questioned.

"I wouldn't if it was any other student," he said as I sat back down.

"Well, that's welcoming," I said sarcastically.

He exhaled and said, "Good, because that was my um…welcome to the musical part of this school."

"Thanks…" I said, "So what did you want me for?"

He raised his eyebrows and chuckled to himself saying, "I'm sorry we got completely off topic didn't we?"

"Y-" I began, but apparently the question wasn't to be answered for he just started speaking again.

"Now, I hope you still practice the violin," he said.

"Not really," I began.

"That's fine we have a session for beginner violinist's," he said, "Will you attend?"

"Um," I began.

"Great," he said, if I didn't have a choice why did he ask? Maybe it's like the authorities you have to be read you're rights

"Right after school tomorrow," he stated while ushering me out the door.

"Wait," I started as he closed the door with, "Good to have you."

"Great," I said to no one in particular, "Now I have another class."

The secretary questioned, "What was that?"

"Nothing," I mumbled pushing the door open quickly. There was a loud thud as the door was shoved into me nose.

"Ow!" I said gritting my teeth feeling a little blood come out of my nose. On the other end of the door I heard someone say, "Fuck."

I opened the door cautiously this time, and peaked around the door to see a boy lying on the floor holding his foot.

"I'm really sorry," I announced whipping the flowing blood off my nose. He looked up wide-eyed, and blurted, "You're Hino Kahoka!"

"Um…" I said uncertainly, "Yeah." Maybe I knew him I just had a mild concussion? I thought confused.

"I'm John Bartick!" he said getting up swaying on his feet to see if his foot was alright. He extended his hand, and I shook it awkwardly with my left hand because my right was preoccupied with my nose, and blood.

"Hey," I said leaning my head back awkwardly to try and stop the blood from coming.

"Oh crap you're bleeding!" he gasped, "I didn't hurt you're hands did I? I'm so sorry!"

"No just bloody nose," I said nasally challenged.

He laughed and relaxed. Hey I'm still bleeding here! I thought annoyed, does anyone care for anything but there hands around here?

He picked up a few pieces of sheet music, and said, "Oh crap," dropping the papers again, "You're bleeding!"

What is he insane?! I questioned in my mind, out loud I announced, "Yes I am."

He quickly rummaged for his papers, shoot up pointed at a door, and grabbed my hand tugging me along with him. Holy shit this guy's a fast running! I thought struggling to keep up with him as he pushed is way through the door firmly, almost running into someone he sidestepped them swiftly and kept running. I was whipped behind him. He dropped a sheet of music, stopped abruptly making me run into his back with a small grunt, as pain struck my nose. He grabbed him paper quickly and grabbed my arm again dragging me along. Where the hell was he taking me? I thought. As the running made the blood run faster, then he stopped I felt faint from the blood lost but when I realized we were at the nurses office I wondered who this guy was. I stumbled into the room with him still holding my hand. I felt streaks of blood against my cheek, probably blown there by the wind.

The nurse was dealing with another patient, but it wasn't the usual nurse, this nurse was taller, and more blurry…Right then I fainted…