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Odessa
What had I done? Had I really just kissed him? What had I been thinking? I was engaged, and about to get married! Was I turning into some kind of tramp? How could I have done that?
This was awful: how could I? I was beside myself with anger and guilt.
But that song had been so beautiful, so enchanting, and so…alive. It had felt like the song had been breathing, and moving. It felt as if the song had made me kiss him, as if I wasn’t responsible for my actions.
I ran into the mansion, and right into Williams arms. I hadn’t been expecting him to be waiting by the door, but he had been, and now he was holding me by the wrists giving me a threatening look.
“Where have you been?” He asked, staring into my eyes with blinding intensity.
“I, I-” I was stumbling carelessly over my words. “I was in town” I finally managed to say.
“What were you doing?” He asked
“I was looking at ribbons” I lied.
“I don’t think so” William said with bared teeth, “You weren’t off seeing violin players?”
I gasped: how could he have known?
“One of my good friends saw you two, and hastened to tell me what he saw. Odessa I cannot be with you if you refuse to act like a lady, and if you’re going to be a common whore then so be it, but don’t’ get me involved with you” He was practically yelling now. “How could you act like that in public? You’re ruining my reputation”
“Well I’m sorry that your reputation is more important than I am” I said un-characteristically.
He slapped me.
I reached up and touched my cheek: it stung badly, but I straightened up. “And I’m also sorry that I couldn’t have been more like a proper lady” I balled my hands into fists. “I’m also sorry that because you were so obsessed with having a good reputation, you forgot to love your fiancé”
He slapped me again, but I didn’t’ back down.
“But most of all, I’m sorry that I ever agreed to marry you: you are a sick, evil, vile man, and I don’t care what my family says: you are a monster, so I guess you’re going to have to find some other woman to drag around like your puppet, because I’m done with this. I’m through with pretending I care about you!”
He slapped me for a third time, but I could tell that the words had shaken him. “Don’t’ you dare say those things” He hissed. “You are nothing to me”
“Good then: you won’t care if I just leave” I paused then grinned, “Oh, that’s right: this is my house. Good bye William, but I’m afraid that you’ve stayed far too long”
William glared at me. “You are going to be very sorry” he threatened. “You’re ruining your life by running around with commoners, but see if I care: ruin your life, that’s fine with me” And with that he stormed out of the house.
I sat down in a chair by the front entrance hall, and buried my face in my hands: what had I done? What had I been thinking? I hadn’t been thinking: that was the problem.
Charles
I had never felt so happy in my whole life: I wanted to dance and sing, and tell everyone about what had happened. I needed to see Odessa again, because when I was with her I felt so happy, so joyful, and I wanted that feeling to last.
I was going to ask her to marry me. I knew it was sudden, but she made my heart feel so light. I just had to see her again.
“So, I’m going to propose to Odessa” I said absentmindedly to Mr. Benson.
“No you’re not” He immediately responded.
“Why not?”
“Because, it’s either marriage, or your violin concert. You either are a musician or a husband. Which is it going to be?”
“What?” I asked, outraged. “Why can’t I be both?”
“Mr. Charles: I’ve been a theater manager for twenty five years. I’ve watched musicians come and go: some of them have talent, and some of them don’t. The point is: the one’s that have talent have to make a decision to either dedicate their life to music or do something else, because you can’t do both. I’ve watched many musicians struggle to have a family and have music, but eventually one of them just gives out. I’ve seen more good musicians gone to waist because of family problems, then from medical issues. But like I said: I’ve seen a lot of musicians come and go: some had talent, and some didn’t and let me tell you kid: you’ve got talent, so don’t’ screw this up because of some girl. You’ve got something going to for you that I’ve never seen before.”
I was left a little staggered by his speech. “I’ve…I’ve got to go” I got up and hurriedly left. How could I choose between Odessa and music? I loved Odessa…or at least, I think I did, but I had been working to be a musician for so long, and to give it up for a girl I wasn’t even sure would like me…
I stopped in the street suddenly and bent down on one knee. “Odessa…will you marry me?” I asked to no one. I shook my head. “Who am I kidding?” I asked furiously. I stopped up. “Why would Odessa marry me?” I looked at the ring again, feeling furry burning through me. “Who am I kidding?” I said again. I shook my head and tossed the ring to the ground. How could I give up music when I had worked so hard to be a musician? This is what I wanted, and to give it up for some girl would be ridiculous…
Odessa
I saw him toss the ring to the ground. I heard him ask me to marry him. I knew what was going on, but somehow my brain wasn’t’ registering it. I was in numb confusion.
“Music is more important than her” He whispered, but the hiss went right through me. To me, it was like he had screamed the words. I felt dizzy, and cold.
“What?” I whispered, “What?” I asked louder.
He turned, and suddenly looked petrified. “Odessa” He whispered.
My eyes were wide in shock and anger. “No wonder you lost everything” I yelled, thinking back to what he had told me about his past. “Music didn’t make you loose those things: you lost those things yourself” I turned to run, but something stopped me. “Why?” I asked in a small, pleading voice.
He looked lost for words. “Odessa”
“Don’t come looking for me Charles” I said, and ran off.
Charles
Stood on the concert stage, and took a deep breath. The audience was looking expectantly at me, and I was sweating buckets. This was crazy. I raised my violin and began to play, letting the music flow from the strings like water.
It was easier than I thought it was going to be: I got through four songs before I got to Odessa’s song. As I set the bow to the strings I began to feel empty, as if I had done so much wrong that I couldn’t recover from it. I had to stop playing, because just then I realized my mistake. I couldn’t choose music over Odessa: I loved her too much.
I put my violin down. “Excuse me, but I have somewhere else I have to be” I walked triumphantly off the stage.
“What are you doing boy?” Mr. Benson asked.
I just smiled at him. “I’m doing what I should have done to begin with”
“How do you know a life without music will be any better than a life without it?”
“Because it has to be” I said simply, and without turning around I left.
The tricky part was going to be finding Odessa, but I was almost positive where I would find her: I had taken her home once, and I was pretty sure I remembered where to go.
As I turned up the path to her house, I saw her sitting in the front yard.
“Odessa!” I called.
She looked up when I approached, but looked angry when she saw me. “Shouldn’t’ you be at your violin concert?”
“Yes” I replied nonchalantly. “But I had to come and tell you something”
“What is it?” Odessa snarled.
“I came here to tell you that…I made a mistake” I paused and looked up at her. “And I don’t’ expect you to forgive me, but I couldn’t live with myself knowing that I never tried…”
“Tried what?” She asked, a little less angry than before.
“Tried to make you understand…” I paused again. “That…I love you”
She looked at me, her eyes suddenly forgiving.
“And the only reason I chose music was because I was denying it o myself” I paused once more, just to see how she was taking the news. “But I love you Odessa. I am totally, crazy in love with you, and I needed to tell you that” I smiled slightly, having finally told her. “So…I guess I’ll be going now” I turned away, but she stopped me.
“Charles…wait”
I turned towards her, and was surprised to see her smiling.
“I love you too” She whispered, before closing the distance between us.
The words echoed inside my head, and I kept repeating them to myself over and over again until they were tattooed there.
“I love you”
What had I done? Had I really just kissed him? What had I been thinking? I was engaged, and about to get married! Was I turning into some kind of tramp? How could I have done that?
This was awful: how could I? I was beside myself with anger and guilt.
But that song had been so beautiful, so enchanting, and so…alive. It had felt like the song had been breathing, and moving. It felt as if the song had made me kiss him, as if I wasn’t responsible for my actions.
I ran into the mansion, and right into Williams arms. I hadn’t been expecting him to be waiting by the door, but he had been, and now he was holding me by the wrists giving me a threatening look.
“Where have you been?” He asked, staring into my eyes with blinding intensity.
“I, I-” I was stumbling carelessly over my words. “I was in town” I finally managed to say.
“What were you doing?” He asked
“I was looking at ribbons” I lied.
“I don’t think so” William said with bared teeth, “You weren’t off seeing violin players?”
I gasped: how could he have known?
“One of my good friends saw you two, and hastened to tell me what he saw. Odessa I cannot be with you if you refuse to act like a lady, and if you’re going to be a common whore then so be it, but don’t’ get me involved with you” He was practically yelling now. “How could you act like that in public? You’re ruining my reputation”
“Well I’m sorry that your reputation is more important than I am” I said un-characteristically.
He slapped me.
I reached up and touched my cheek: it stung badly, but I straightened up. “And I’m also sorry that I couldn’t have been more like a proper lady” I balled my hands into fists. “I’m also sorry that because you were so obsessed with having a good reputation, you forgot to love your fiancé”
He slapped me again, but I didn’t’ back down.
“But most of all, I’m sorry that I ever agreed to marry you: you are a sick, evil, vile man, and I don’t care what my family says: you are a monster, so I guess you’re going to have to find some other woman to drag around like your puppet, because I’m done with this. I’m through with pretending I care about you!”
He slapped me for a third time, but I could tell that the words had shaken him. “Don’t’ you dare say those things” He hissed. “You are nothing to me”
“Good then: you won’t care if I just leave” I paused then grinned, “Oh, that’s right: this is my house. Good bye William, but I’m afraid that you’ve stayed far too long”
William glared at me. “You are going to be very sorry” he threatened. “You’re ruining your life by running around with commoners, but see if I care: ruin your life, that’s fine with me” And with that he stormed out of the house.
I sat down in a chair by the front entrance hall, and buried my face in my hands: what had I done? What had I been thinking? I hadn’t been thinking: that was the problem.
Charles
I had never felt so happy in my whole life: I wanted to dance and sing, and tell everyone about what had happened. I needed to see Odessa again, because when I was with her I felt so happy, so joyful, and I wanted that feeling to last.
I was going to ask her to marry me. I knew it was sudden, but she made my heart feel so light. I just had to see her again.
“So, I’m going to propose to Odessa” I said absentmindedly to Mr. Benson.
“No you’re not” He immediately responded.
“Why not?”
“Because, it’s either marriage, or your violin concert. You either are a musician or a husband. Which is it going to be?”
“What?” I asked, outraged. “Why can’t I be both?”
“Mr. Charles: I’ve been a theater manager for twenty five years. I’ve watched musicians come and go: some of them have talent, and some of them don’t. The point is: the one’s that have talent have to make a decision to either dedicate their life to music or do something else, because you can’t do both. I’ve watched many musicians struggle to have a family and have music, but eventually one of them just gives out. I’ve seen more good musicians gone to waist because of family problems, then from medical issues. But like I said: I’ve seen a lot of musicians come and go: some had talent, and some didn’t and let me tell you kid: you’ve got talent, so don’t’ screw this up because of some girl. You’ve got something going to for you that I’ve never seen before.”
I was left a little staggered by his speech. “I’ve…I’ve got to go” I got up and hurriedly left. How could I choose between Odessa and music? I loved Odessa…or at least, I think I did, but I had been working to be a musician for so long, and to give it up for a girl I wasn’t even sure would like me…
I stopped in the street suddenly and bent down on one knee. “Odessa…will you marry me?” I asked to no one. I shook my head. “Who am I kidding?” I asked furiously. I stopped up. “Why would Odessa marry me?” I looked at the ring again, feeling furry burning through me. “Who am I kidding?” I said again. I shook my head and tossed the ring to the ground. How could I give up music when I had worked so hard to be a musician? This is what I wanted, and to give it up for some girl would be ridiculous…
Odessa
I saw him toss the ring to the ground. I heard him ask me to marry him. I knew what was going on, but somehow my brain wasn’t’ registering it. I was in numb confusion.
“Music is more important than her” He whispered, but the hiss went right through me. To me, it was like he had screamed the words. I felt dizzy, and cold.
“What?” I whispered, “What?” I asked louder.
He turned, and suddenly looked petrified. “Odessa” He whispered.
My eyes were wide in shock and anger. “No wonder you lost everything” I yelled, thinking back to what he had told me about his past. “Music didn’t make you loose those things: you lost those things yourself” I turned to run, but something stopped me. “Why?” I asked in a small, pleading voice.
He looked lost for words. “Odessa”
“Don’t come looking for me Charles” I said, and ran off.
Charles
Stood on the concert stage, and took a deep breath. The audience was looking expectantly at me, and I was sweating buckets. This was crazy. I raised my violin and began to play, letting the music flow from the strings like water.
It was easier than I thought it was going to be: I got through four songs before I got to Odessa’s song. As I set the bow to the strings I began to feel empty, as if I had done so much wrong that I couldn’t recover from it. I had to stop playing, because just then I realized my mistake. I couldn’t choose music over Odessa: I loved her too much.
I put my violin down. “Excuse me, but I have somewhere else I have to be” I walked triumphantly off the stage.
“What are you doing boy?” Mr. Benson asked.
I just smiled at him. “I’m doing what I should have done to begin with”
“How do you know a life without music will be any better than a life without it?”
“Because it has to be” I said simply, and without turning around I left.
The tricky part was going to be finding Odessa, but I was almost positive where I would find her: I had taken her home once, and I was pretty sure I remembered where to go.
As I turned up the path to her house, I saw her sitting in the front yard.
“Odessa!” I called.
She looked up when I approached, but looked angry when she saw me. “Shouldn’t’ you be at your violin concert?”
“Yes” I replied nonchalantly. “But I had to come and tell you something”
“What is it?” Odessa snarled.
“I came here to tell you that…I made a mistake” I paused and looked up at her. “And I don’t’ expect you to forgive me, but I couldn’t live with myself knowing that I never tried…”
“Tried what?” She asked, a little less angry than before.
“Tried to make you understand…” I paused again. “That…I love you”
She looked at me, her eyes suddenly forgiving.
“And the only reason I chose music was because I was denying it o myself” I paused once more, just to see how she was taking the news. “But I love you Odessa. I am totally, crazy in love with you, and I needed to tell you that” I smiled slightly, having finally told her. “So…I guess I’ll be going now” I turned away, but she stopped me.
“Charles…wait”
I turned towards her, and was surprised to see her smiling.
“I love you too” She whispered, before closing the distance between us.
The words echoed inside my head, and I kept repeating them to myself over and over again until they were tattooed there.
“I love you”
Monday, March 5, 2007
Rising action
Charles
After I met Odessa, life took a turn for the better: the colors were brighter, and the air was cleaner. Everything seemed to pass in a happy blur. Odessa did indeed pay my rent, and I got another show scheduled. Mr. Benson had managed to promote the concert so well that all the seats were sold out. I secretly hoped that Odessa and her brother were coming so I could see her again. We hadn’t actually met face to face since ‘the incident’, but the memory of her face was enough to keep me hopeful.
“Are you listening?” A hand waved across my vision.
I blinked hurriedly, and broke out of my reverie. “Huh?” I asked, looking up at Mr. Benson.
He sighed. “Charles, I was just telling you about the up-coming concert”
“Oh” I looked around. I was standing on the concert stage, and holding my violin by my side. I shook my head, trying to clear the vision of Odessa from my mind. Whenever I thought about her I seemed to go into some kind of trance, and I would only wake up from it once someone shook me awake.
“Now please Charles, listen. We’ve been through this before, but I just want to make sure you remember: the duke is going to be in the audience, so please have stage presence”
“I do have stage presence!” I argued.
“Right,” Mr. Benson said critically. “Just don’t jump off the stage, or throw your violin at the audience”
“Do I ever do that?” I asked.
“Well, if you were thinking about it: Don’t…alright, that’s all I wanted to say: you can keep practicing”
I nodded, and turned back to the empty seats, trying to imagine a full house. I began to float my bow over the strings, soft notes playing sweetly in my ear. As the song began to take place in my mind, I felt like I could see the notes floating softly across the stage, like a strange river flowing under my feet, looping playfully through the shadows, and dancing gracefully over the red velvet seats. Suddenly a face appeared in the seats: she was beautiful, with ivory skin, that looked softer than silk. She had long wheat blond curls, and soft honey-gold eyes.
Suddenly the music fell flat, and I was once again, woken rudely from my daydreams.
“What was that?” Mr. Benson yelled, coming back out onto stage. “Are you trying to make me deaf?”
“I’m sorry” I whispered, and turned away. I started playing again, letting the music flow freely once again, but visions of Odessa kept creeping into my mind. I closed my eyes, and took a deep breath. “You can do this” I whispered softly to myself.
I tried again, but once again the music wouldn’t flow smoothly. The notes weren’t soft, and sweet, but suddenly bitter, and sharp.
I tried once more, but still: nothing.
I tried over and over and over again, but still the same result.
“Is this how you’re planning to play for the duke?” Mr. Benson asked in his usual pompous manner.
“I’m sorry” I mumbled.
“You know what, just go home, get some rest, and stop messing up”
“Thank you” I sighed, and started to pack up my violin. It was no use to try and play when visions of Odessa kept floating across my imagination. It was probably better if I just went home, and took care of some things.
Odessa
William had punished me when I came home. It was the worst night I had ever had in the mansion. I had managed to convince Charles to leave me before we got to the house, but I had a horrible feeling that somehow William would figure out that another man had been with me.
I was miserable while I stayed at the mansion, and the only thing that could keep me happy was remembering how I had felt when Charles had been close by. Even that brief moment I had been talking to Charles I had been so joyful…
So that was why I was waiting by the theater: I had to find Charles again, just to see if that happy feeling would return. May be the feeling had been a post-trauma reaction, but I couldn’t be sure until I saw him again.
I wasn’t even sure if I would find Charles here, but it was the only place I could think of. Charles had been very secretive of where he lived: even when I had given him money to pay off his rent, he hadn’t allowed us to meet face to face, instead he had very forcefully instructed me to leave the money in the care of Mr. Benson: the theater manager.
Suddenly the theater doors were thrown open, and a man walked out.
I recognized Charles at once, but there was a moment of confusion, where I wasn’t quite sure if I was really seeing him.
“Odessa?” Charles asked surprised.
I blushed, “I’m sorry I just wanted to…” I paused, trying to regain a proper manner, “I just wanted to see you again”
He nodded, “I was actually hoping I would get to see you”
“Oh…you were?” I asked. The joyful, weightless feeling had returned, and I felt almost certain that if I wasn’t careful, I would float right off the ground.
“yes, I was”
“So…how is your music going?” I asked, casting my mind around, trying to find a topic of conversation.
“It’s going great actually, Mr. Benson has got me another concert, and it’s all sold out…and I wrote another piece of music” He looked embarrassed.
“Can I hear it?” I asked eagerly.
“Very well” He paused, “But may be somewhere more private” He suggested.
I knew that I would get a beating if William knew I was with him, but I didn’t care about any of that, all that mattered was being with him, and hearing his sweet music.
And so I went with him.
Charles led me to a small house close to the theater. It was tiny, barley three rooms, and hardly enough room to stand up straight.
He told me to sit down on the couch, and I did as I was told.
He took out his violin case and opened it carefully, pulling from it his violin and bow. He rested his chin on the violin, and raised the bow to the strings…
Suddenly the sweetest music filled the room. There are no words to describe how beautiful the song was. It’s sad, sweet melody entranced me. I held my breath, for fear that I would breath too loudly, and ruin the music.
Charles
For the first time that day I was actually able to play well.
I let the silver notes dance across the walls, and swim through the shadows. The rest of the world didn’t seem to matter, only the music was real.
I let the song finish up, and looked up at Odessa. “Did you like it?”
She looked shocked, lost for words almost. “I-I…” She shook her head. “It was beautiful”
“I wrote that song for you” I whispered.
“You…you…” She stood up, walking over to me as if in a trance. “Wrote that for…” She reached me, and stretched her soft fingers out to touch my cheek, but stopped about an inch from my face. “Me?” She seemed incredulous.
I just nodded.
Her fingers trembled, and her eyes searched mine, as if trying to find some trace of falsehood.
“I wrote it because I thought I would never see you again, and I wanted something to remind me of you, and I knew that if I played that song you’d be there, and-” I stopped talking, in face I think I stopped breathing altogether, because at that moment Odessa’s rosy lips were rested lightly on mine.
She drew back, and looked shocked. “I’m sorry” She looked horrified. “I’m so sorry…I have to go”
“Wait, will I see you again?” I called after her.
She shook her head. “No”
After I met Odessa, life took a turn for the better: the colors were brighter, and the air was cleaner. Everything seemed to pass in a happy blur. Odessa did indeed pay my rent, and I got another show scheduled. Mr. Benson had managed to promote the concert so well that all the seats were sold out. I secretly hoped that Odessa and her brother were coming so I could see her again. We hadn’t actually met face to face since ‘the incident’, but the memory of her face was enough to keep me hopeful.
“Are you listening?” A hand waved across my vision.
I blinked hurriedly, and broke out of my reverie. “Huh?” I asked, looking up at Mr. Benson.
He sighed. “Charles, I was just telling you about the up-coming concert”
“Oh” I looked around. I was standing on the concert stage, and holding my violin by my side. I shook my head, trying to clear the vision of Odessa from my mind. Whenever I thought about her I seemed to go into some kind of trance, and I would only wake up from it once someone shook me awake.
“Now please Charles, listen. We’ve been through this before, but I just want to make sure you remember: the duke is going to be in the audience, so please have stage presence”
“I do have stage presence!” I argued.
“Right,” Mr. Benson said critically. “Just don’t jump off the stage, or throw your violin at the audience”
“Do I ever do that?” I asked.
“Well, if you were thinking about it: Don’t…alright, that’s all I wanted to say: you can keep practicing”
I nodded, and turned back to the empty seats, trying to imagine a full house. I began to float my bow over the strings, soft notes playing sweetly in my ear. As the song began to take place in my mind, I felt like I could see the notes floating softly across the stage, like a strange river flowing under my feet, looping playfully through the shadows, and dancing gracefully over the red velvet seats. Suddenly a face appeared in the seats: she was beautiful, with ivory skin, that looked softer than silk. She had long wheat blond curls, and soft honey-gold eyes.
Suddenly the music fell flat, and I was once again, woken rudely from my daydreams.
“What was that?” Mr. Benson yelled, coming back out onto stage. “Are you trying to make me deaf?”
“I’m sorry” I whispered, and turned away. I started playing again, letting the music flow freely once again, but visions of Odessa kept creeping into my mind. I closed my eyes, and took a deep breath. “You can do this” I whispered softly to myself.
I tried again, but once again the music wouldn’t flow smoothly. The notes weren’t soft, and sweet, but suddenly bitter, and sharp.
I tried once more, but still: nothing.
I tried over and over and over again, but still the same result.
“Is this how you’re planning to play for the duke?” Mr. Benson asked in his usual pompous manner.
“I’m sorry” I mumbled.
“You know what, just go home, get some rest, and stop messing up”
“Thank you” I sighed, and started to pack up my violin. It was no use to try and play when visions of Odessa kept floating across my imagination. It was probably better if I just went home, and took care of some things.
Odessa
William had punished me when I came home. It was the worst night I had ever had in the mansion. I had managed to convince Charles to leave me before we got to the house, but I had a horrible feeling that somehow William would figure out that another man had been with me.
I was miserable while I stayed at the mansion, and the only thing that could keep me happy was remembering how I had felt when Charles had been close by. Even that brief moment I had been talking to Charles I had been so joyful…
So that was why I was waiting by the theater: I had to find Charles again, just to see if that happy feeling would return. May be the feeling had been a post-trauma reaction, but I couldn’t be sure until I saw him again.
I wasn’t even sure if I would find Charles here, but it was the only place I could think of. Charles had been very secretive of where he lived: even when I had given him money to pay off his rent, he hadn’t allowed us to meet face to face, instead he had very forcefully instructed me to leave the money in the care of Mr. Benson: the theater manager.
Suddenly the theater doors were thrown open, and a man walked out.
I recognized Charles at once, but there was a moment of confusion, where I wasn’t quite sure if I was really seeing him.
“Odessa?” Charles asked surprised.
I blushed, “I’m sorry I just wanted to…” I paused, trying to regain a proper manner, “I just wanted to see you again”
He nodded, “I was actually hoping I would get to see you”
“Oh…you were?” I asked. The joyful, weightless feeling had returned, and I felt almost certain that if I wasn’t careful, I would float right off the ground.
“yes, I was”
“So…how is your music going?” I asked, casting my mind around, trying to find a topic of conversation.
“It’s going great actually, Mr. Benson has got me another concert, and it’s all sold out…and I wrote another piece of music” He looked embarrassed.
“Can I hear it?” I asked eagerly.
“Very well” He paused, “But may be somewhere more private” He suggested.
I knew that I would get a beating if William knew I was with him, but I didn’t care about any of that, all that mattered was being with him, and hearing his sweet music.
And so I went with him.
Charles led me to a small house close to the theater. It was tiny, barley three rooms, and hardly enough room to stand up straight.
He told me to sit down on the couch, and I did as I was told.
He took out his violin case and opened it carefully, pulling from it his violin and bow. He rested his chin on the violin, and raised the bow to the strings…
Suddenly the sweetest music filled the room. There are no words to describe how beautiful the song was. It’s sad, sweet melody entranced me. I held my breath, for fear that I would breath too loudly, and ruin the music.
Charles
For the first time that day I was actually able to play well.
I let the silver notes dance across the walls, and swim through the shadows. The rest of the world didn’t seem to matter, only the music was real.
I let the song finish up, and looked up at Odessa. “Did you like it?”
She looked shocked, lost for words almost. “I-I…” She shook her head. “It was beautiful”
“I wrote that song for you” I whispered.
“You…you…” She stood up, walking over to me as if in a trance. “Wrote that for…” She reached me, and stretched her soft fingers out to touch my cheek, but stopped about an inch from my face. “Me?” She seemed incredulous.
I just nodded.
Her fingers trembled, and her eyes searched mine, as if trying to find some trace of falsehood.
“I wrote it because I thought I would never see you again, and I wanted something to remind me of you, and I knew that if I played that song you’d be there, and-” I stopped talking, in face I think I stopped breathing altogether, because at that moment Odessa’s rosy lips were rested lightly on mine.
She drew back, and looked shocked. “I’m sorry” She looked horrified. “I’m so sorry…I have to go”
“Wait, will I see you again?” I called after her.
She shook her head. “No”
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