Her Bass

She gripped his hand tighter as they entered the high school auditorium. Quietly they found a seat in  the back with the performers. The lights began to dim as their conductor came across the stage.
 "Goodevening everybody, I am pleased you all could come to see the 2017 Spring Concert. We'll be starting off with the 5th graders."
He turned and faced a large group of elementary students holding various sizes off violins and violas and two cellos. After they played three songs, they were constructed to leave to the left of the stage and they did so. As they exited, the beginning middle school orchestra entered, then as they left, entered the advanced middle school orchestra.
Almost half and hour had passed before she began to realize, she was going to perform soon. Cathleen high school entered the stage and mid way through their performance, Her group stood, as did she, and made their way to a hall that lead onto the stage. She opened a door that lead  backstage to her instrument. He pulled her close to her and kissed her, passionately.
 "You'll do fine my love." He whispered in her ear.
 She turned and disappeared behind the door. Awaiting patiently behind the curtains for Cathleen to end their last song, she stood holding her Double Bass close to her. Besides her fiance, her Bass was the only  thing she ever loved with such an intense passion. She gazed at her Bass' scroll as she slid her fingers along the bridge. She held it up by the neck and tightly grasped the frog of her bow. She pressed her bow against her strings to see if she needed to tighten her bow. She did not. She broke her gaze and as Cathleen exited, she entered. The cellos has already set up, as did the violas but her and the violins remained preping. She slid a rock stop beneath her end pin and held the bass in place as she settled her music on the stand. The bassist beside her had chosen to sit on a stool while playing. She remained standing. She had always stood in concerts, even in rehearsels for the last seven years. She felt it was respecting the bass. Softly she plucked each of her strings. Fine tuning was never difficult for her. She gazed out upon the crowd, all the faces seemed to be gazing right back at her. Her conductor, Mr.Sedloff, snaked up behind them.
 "Bassists, do you need rosin?" He held a small box out to her.
"Yes, Thanks." She took it greatfully.
 Craddling the bass' neck between her arm and chest, she opened the box and set it down after pulling out a tiny block, sided with wood. She held up her bow and started to pull her bow along the block. White powder started to coat her bow hair. When she was done she handed it to the other bassist. A few short minutes passed by and then it became silent as Mr.Sedloff ordered attention by tapping his baton on his stand and holding both arms up infront of him. She placed her bow on her E string. The lowest string and her favorite. Mr.Sedloff counted them off silently, and then began.
Her fingers danced across the strings, as her eyes fluttered along the music staff on the page. She seemed to enter this "zone". A sense of focus while playing, But it wasn't determination, it was passion. As she played, her entire being moved and flowed with each stroke of her bow. Her and her bass danced along, through the song. The deep vibration of her bass, rang though her bones as the notes flodded her veins. Her and the bass became one on that stage. Each note, each bowing, each sound came from her soul. She closed her eyes as she began to feel the music, instead of read it.
They finished their last song, and as they stood and bowed, the crowd stood and clapped. She opened her eyes, blushed and smiled, looking out at the sea of people. She turned and looked at her fiance, he blew her a kiss and smiled. She looked back out at the crowd and saw her family. They all attended. Mother, Father, Sister and Cousins. They were all standing and waving at her, smiling. Tears came to bay at her eyes as an urge to cry beat at her like the waves of a stormy ocean, almost drowning her. Mr.Sedloff came over the microphone.
 " A big round of applause for all of our seniors here. This is their last concert." The clapping became louder as Mr.Sedloff anounced their names, including hers.
After most of the people had left, she packed up her Bass for the last time. Losening the bow and sliding it into the pocket. She leaned her forehead against her bass' neck and closed her eyes.
 " I'm gonna miss you... But don't you miss me, okay? There are other students who will love you just as much as I do and they will take good care of you as I have... Okay? I love you.." She softly whispered to her Bass.
 She opened her eyes and wiped away her tears before Mr.Sedloff came backstage.
"Alrighty then, is your bass all packed up?"                                    
"Yes, Here." Her voice cracked and she handed the bass carefully over to him.
" Listen, if it was up to me, this bass would be yours. No doubt about it. But it's not up to me. It's the school board's instrument, even though you are the only one who's ever played it, they won't let you keep it..." Mr.Sedloff put his hand on her shoulder as she shuffled through her music.
" I understand." She said quietly.
Mr.Sedloff left the building, taking the bass back to the school's music department. Slowly she walked off the stage and into an empty auditorium. Her fiance came in through the front doors.
"There you are! I've been looking everywhere for you!" He came up to her, "What's wrong?".
She buried her face in his neck and began to sob, clutching his shirt tightly. Immediately he wrapped his arms around her, unknowing of what was wrong, he still didn't want her to cry. He kissed her head and carressed her back. She pulled away from him and looked at him, her face red, tears pouring from her eyes, she yelled;
"It's over! Its's all over! Seven years wasted! Seven years of true, genuine love torn apart by some stupid school board! What do they know about music!? They don't even understand the bond between a muscian and their instrument! How could they!? ".
She fell back into his arms and once again, buried her face in his neck, and through sobs and sniffles, whispered, " why?... why would they do this?..."
He held her tight as the lights in the building started to shut off.
"Sweetheart, we have to go. They're turning off the lights." He said.
"I don't want to leave... I love this place... I belong here." She said, muffled.
He leaned over and picked her up, craddling her as he walked out of the building and to his car. He stood her up and opened the passenger side door and she got in. He got in after her and started the car. He looked over at her and saw she was still crying.
"Baby, It's going to be fine. That bass will be fine." He said soothingly.
" THAT? THAT BASS? My bass is not THAT bass! You of all people should know that my bass is my life! ..... How could you? " She cried.
" But baby, it's not your bass anymore.. It may be forever yours in your mind and heart, but the school board owns it." He said.
She sat in silence.
They arrived at his appartment and she immediately got out and ran into the building. He got out and slowly followed behind her. By the time he entered his room, he saw her standing infront of the dresser taking off her jewelry. He slid off his pants and unbuttoned his shirt as she seemed to not notice him. He came up behind her and caressed her sides. She smiled as he unzipped her dress and slid it off of her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. She closed her eyes as he kissed her neck and unclasped her bra. She turned to face him and he slid his hands down her body and picked her up, laying her down on the bed.
The sun poured in through the cracks of the blinds on the window, and glazed her down her bare skin. He lay there next to her, tracing the outline of her body with his eyes, in silence. He reached his hand over and laid it on her waist, feeling her warm skin in his palm as his eyes wandered down her spine. She stirred from her slumber and yawned, rolling over to face him.
"Goodmorning." She whispered.
"How'd you sleep babygirl?" His voice cracked as he pulled her closer to him and encased her in his arms.
"Good." She smiled and sat ontop of him, her bare skin glowing in the sunlight.
He caressed her hips and slid his hands down onto her thighs. His eyes slowly gazed up her body and into her eyes. She leaned over on him, pushing her hands up the length of his body and kissed his lips. His hands slid around her body and pulled her more ontop of him as she ran her fingers through his hair, resting her elbows on the bed at the sides of his head.

Author's Note

Anything I should add or edit???
Advice would be much appreciated! :)