"Ladies and gentlemen! Welcome! My name is George and I'll be your host for the night, I am more than happy to invite you into our world our art and our music after a long day of walking around campus we finally got to the last art piece, our last work, made by two of the most talented people here, Miss Samantha Falcon and Miss Lola Collins." George, an old man that owned many theatres and opera houses around the city, well he didn't own them, he managed them under my mother's name. I've met him a few times when me and my parents went to some opera events.

"Please turn off your phones and enjoy the rest of your night!" With that said, the lights went off all over the theater. I could hear whispering, people wondering what's gonna happen.

Then everyone went silent waiting for something to happen, the violinists, including me, we picked up our instruments and waited patiently for my momma's signal. I took a deep breath feeling myself get a little anxious and nervous because I had to play first, but when I opened my eyes and saw my momma's reassuring smile I relaxed.

She nodded at me before turning to look infront of her, everyone waited for my momma to move her baton, and that's what happened next, she moved her wirst and that was my signal to take the lead. The lights were on me as I played the first notes, then it shined on the whole balcony filled with the rest of the violinist. When the choir started, our lights turned off and it went to shine on them instead.

The lights were finally on the painting, and at that point I was too concentrated on playing, I closed my eyes and I kept playing knowing the composition by heart and I didn't need to look at my momma to know when to pause and when to play high or low.

Playing this piece almost feels like playing.the credits at the end of the world, watching everything fall apart, knowing it was your and everybody else's end. You wouldn't be able to ask for forgiveness anymore because the doors of remission closed.

Playing feels like watching your loved ones slip away from you, and there you are left all alone in chaos, that's what the painting meant for me, you're left between having the angel wings a symbol of holiness perhaps a chance of going to heaven and between a skull, remains, hell, contemplating if going to heaven is worth leaving who you love.

Before we knew it the piece was done, the lights finally turned on. I pulled my violin away from my jaw and sighed in relief, I looked through the crowd for my mom and she was smiling at me. She stood up and started clapping soon everyone else stood up from their seats and started cheering and clapping for the whole choir and orchestra and I felt very proud.

George asked my momma to use the theater for another performance with her orchestra and she accepted I think, people were giving a choice to either stay and continue their night or go back home, I put my violin back in the case and picked it up before making my way to my momma who was talking to one of the cello players.

"You did amazing my darling" she whispered and kissed my head,

"Thank you momma, I wouldn't have done it if it wasn't for you" she chuckled and caressed my cheek,

"No baby, you've done it and I was only there to give you a little nudge forward"

"Thank you" I hugged her tightly and sighed softly.

"I'm gonna go sit next to mom, I'll see you when you're done" I waved at her and went downstairs where my mom and aunts were seated, aunt Dal stood up and gave me a tight hug.

"Aw my little Sammy is all grown now" she pinched my cheeks and cooed, I rolled my eyes jokingly and sat down between her and mom.

Lola was backstage talking to some guy I think he was in her class, when she saw me staring at her she excused herself. Where is she going? I grabbed my phone from my purse, and sent her a text.

'where are you?'-Me

'meet me in the parking lot?'-Chucky

I gotta change that name and put something else, I can't have my girlfriend as...wait is she my girlfriend? Are we girlfriends?

'on my way'-Me

"I'll be right back" I whispered to my mom, she nodded and I slipped away and fast walked to the empty parking lot. I looked around searching for Lola but I couldn't find her, I unlocked my phone to send her a text but someone grabbed it and snatched it away.

"Don't do that!" I yelled at her and yanked my phone back, I thought someone was about to rob me or even worse kidnap me, again.

"I'm sorry baby" she kissed my cheek, she grabbed my wrist and dragged me to her car.

"Why did you bring me here w-" my question was interrupted by her lips on mine while her hands were feeling up and down my waist. This woman really took me out of the theatre into a parking lot just to kiss me. I wrapped my arms around her neck tangling my fingers in her hair and pulled her closer, she pulled one of my legs up and put it on her hips pushing herself further into me.

It wasn't a bad idea, and I wasn't complaining...


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Guys it's ending 😞

Muah

-S

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