AN: Thank you for the beautiful reviews for the violinist =) I am glad you enjoyed that story!


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Bonnie McCullough reluctantly got ready for the party her father's business partner, Mr. Salvatore was throwing to celebrate their latest success, and much to her displeasure her parents were making her

attend.

They had never made her attend one before so she was a little surprised they had even asked her to accompany them.

She was sure it was going to be elegant.

The dress her mother had bought her for the occasion spoke for itself.

Yes it would be elegant, grand, and completely and utterly boring.

When she asked if she could skip out, they had said that it was time she made a proper appearance into society.

In other words they were hoping to introduce her to their rich friend's sons, ensuring she would have a proper suitor.

All wealthy parents were the same in Fells Church Virginia.

They were all for appearances.

From the time she was an infant, she was dressed in only the latest fashions, given the most popular toys and games, and was given a huge long list to go with it all of things that were not proper for a

young lady to do.

Some loved this kind of life style and even wished for it, but Bonnie hated it.

It was like the town was a giant stage and its most prestigious residents were the actors, forcing their children into the act.

She was dreading this party more than anything.

It meant she would no doubt have to talk to the towns most stuck up boys, that would only no doubt talk to her because of her family's status in the town.

It was like this all her life.

She would make a new friend only to find that either their parents told them to befriend her, or they wanted something.

Tonight would be no exception she supposed.

"You look stunning honey." Her mom's voice broke her out of her thoughts.

She looked at her mom, her eyes pleading her to not make her do this.

Her mom sighed before putting a gentle hand on her shoulder.

"You know that this is an important night for your father, and being his daughter it is your duty as well as mine to be at his side."

"I know, I know. I will go and I will 'behave like a proper young lady' but don't expect me to like one bit of it."

Her mom smiled at her.

"Besides, I hear there will be plenty of good looking boys your age attending."

Bonnie forced what she hoped was an excited smile on her face.

Just as she had expected, the true reason she was being forced into attending this event.

"The car is waiting, come lets go before your father is late."

Bonnie just nodded and followed her mom out of her room.

They descended the stairs and found her father waiting at the bottom impatiently looking at is watch.

"Ah, there are my two beautiful women."

"Mary isn't coming?" Bonnie asked.

She had been hoping that she would at least have the support of her older sister at the party.

"Well no, she had to cover a shift for someone at the hospital." Her mother answered as they headed to the waiting car in front of their large house.

"I bet…" She tried to hide the sarcasm in her tone, but her parents stern looks told her she failed miserably.


The car ride to the Salvatore estate was filled with her parent's laughter and conversation.

Bonnie stayed silent hoping that the night would be over soon.

When they arrived the party was as elegant and grand as she knew it would be.

Guests mingled while servers offered champagne and other items to them.

She had stood by her parent's side for about an hour of the party, allowing them to introduce her to numerous people and of course their 'oh so charming sons'.

More like stuffy, boring snobs if you asked her opinion.

She excused herself and decided to explore the large house.

She was walking along one of the hallways when she heard beautiful music playing in the distance.

She followed the sound as it grew clearer the closer she got to the source of it all.

Bonnie stopped just outside of a large door where it seemed to be coming from.

She paused with her hand on the door knob for a moment debating whether she should go in or not.

Finally deciding that she would much rather see who was in the room behind the door than go back to the drab party, she twisted the door knob and quietly slipped into the room.

There was a large grand piano in the center of the large decadent room, and seated on the bench with his back to her was a boy.

He must not have heard her enter for he continued on playing the sweet melancholy melody. She stayed where she was for a moment just listening to his music and taking in what she could of his

appearance.

She noted that he was dressed in casual but surely designer clothing all in the color of black.

His hair was also black, and looked soft to the touch.

He was muscular but lean, and just the way he sat was purely graceful.

"Like what you see." His silky voice said as he continued playing the tune.

Her eyes widened at the fact that she had been caught even though his back still faced her.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to intrude. I just heard music and well, I guess my curiosity got the better of me." She admitted ashamed.

He stopped playing and turned to face her.

She had to bite her lip trying her hardest not to gasp when she saw his perfect face.

He was absolutely beautiful.

She blushed as he looked her up and down taking in her appearance.

"You came from my father's party?" He asked.

"Yes I suppose. Your father and my dad are business partners… I was forced to come truthfully. And well the party was somewhat…" She trailed off trying to find a polite way to describe the party.

"Boring? Dull? Drab?" He supplied.

She laughed lightly.

"Well yes actually. I have never liked these things."

"Ah, so you're a rebel I see. Well that's perfect because I happen to be quite rebellious myself." He smiled.

"Oh really now? Well I guess I came to the right place then."

"Have a seat." He said patting the space next to him on the piano bench.

She complied and sat next to him.

"I'm Bonnie by the way." She introduced herself.

"Damon."

"You play beautifully."

"Thank you… my mother taught me before she died. I used to play for her all the time but since her death I rarely do any more… I just feel I have no one to play for."

"I'm sorry about your mother."

"Don't be. It happened long ago, and I am grateful that I had what little time I did with her… my brother wasn't so lucky."

Bonnie wasn't quite sure what to say to that, she didn't know how it felt to lose a parent so she couldn't exactly relate.

"The song was called 'Sad Romance' by the way." Damon said breaking the silence.

"I wish I could play the piano, or any instrument really." She said softly.

"Maybe I could teach you."

Her eyes lit up.

"Really?" She asked.

"Yes. We can start right now if you want."

"Okay. I will make sure my parents pay for the lessons." She promised.

"No need, spending time with such a lovely girl would be payment enough." He winked causing her to blush.

He took her hand in his and placed it on a few of the keys, all the while explaining which note each one made.

That night was the first night of piano lessons as well as love.

As her skills grew so did her love for the beautiful pianist beside her.


AN: so I was torn between two ideas for this one lol but this just came out this way =) I wanted to post this earlier but I was running low on makeup and had to make a trip to sephora which was awesome! I bought a huge pallet of eyeshadow that wasn't even on display yet till next month lol I feel special… well anyways R&R damons POV will conclude this little series =)