She Picked It Up Again

i tried playing my violin again and apparently it doesn't want me to play it anymore. i've neglected it for so long that i think all the strings are out of tune x.x; especially the poor E string :/ i feel guilty now xD

    She picked it up again to see what she'd missed out on for the past few months. It felt dusty just looking at the case, stuffed into the corner of her closet next to the broken mini-guitar. She started to feel bad but pushed that away as she lifted the case onto my bed. It looked as if it had lost its color on the outside, but she could blame that on the extremely cloudy and cold weather outside her open window.
    She opened it and felt the old rush out at her. Here she was sitting here with a violin that she had gotten when she was in 6th grade. Six years later she was wearing my class ring, four months from opening herself to life in the real world. It was so small, and she wondered what she'd done to it, leaving it in a corner this whole time.
    She tried playing a song, tried because the guilt had gotten to me again. The last time she'd tried this was in the summer and it had been way too hot to try anything. The song she wanted to try doing this time was possibly the most complicated sounding thing she'd ever really tried to do since she'd started. After trying some writing down of notes to remember what she was doing, she pulled the bow out, tightened it, and touched the horse hair to the strings.
    It sounded slightly better than she'd anticipated. Until she hit the E string of course. Overly squeaky and higher pitched than she remembered, she almost put it up right then. She didn't though, and tried as best she could to go through the exercises of learning to get used to a new song.
    Pluck, listen, pluck again, listen more, then play. The sound was awkward to her, as if she hadn't ever played it. Memories were far from her at this point, she was concentrating on trying to get the sounds as close to identical as possible. The song wasn't exactly going as well as she'd planned or much thought it might.
    The E string is shot. she thought, sitting back down and replacing the violin and bow in the case. Maybe some other time, when I've got the money and real determination to try this again.
    Then a great thought hit her at the last second.
    Now that I think about it... she looked behind her at it from the bedroom door. ...I never even gave it a name.

Author's Note

sorry i was bored again. still feel bad about the thing as it is x.x;

Reviews

[Kira Leon]

Nice job! ^o^ Poor thing, never had a name... TToTT lol XD