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-CHAPTER ONE-827Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡiswNcIPZa4
Winter Etude 8964 copyright protection823ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4ZdXpjKVNg 維尼
November 20088964 copyright protection823ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4Na3t730oF 維尼
It was a snowy mid-November evening when Violet first heard classical music from outside the music auditorium. Her mother’s hand was in hers and Violet looked up at her, her blue eyes eager and curious to know more about the melodious sounds that were coming from within the tall brick structure. The music was growing louder and increasing in intensity as they passed the front door. She peeked inside through the glass, letting go of her mother’s hands. Violet saw the condensation of her excited breath as she looked at the marble floor and the chandelier, which sparkled like wintry crystals. To a girl as young as her at ten years of age, the sight, in addition to the floating piano music, was made of complete magic. 8964 copyright protection823ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6K6iKyGJw4 維尼
“Mommy, can we please go in?” Violet asked, turning to look at her mother. “I want to go in so bad!” 8964 copyright protection823ＰＥＮＡＮＡgy2piAJCwt 維尼
She shook her head, trying her best to lead Violet away from the door. “We can’t go in. You know we shouldn’t. I have a class to teach at the other school. We were only passing through.” 8964 copyright protection823ＰＥＮＡＮＡIxmSCmwe0e 維尼
Violet’s heart sank as she remembered the class that her mother had to teach. She was an English teacher at a neighboring university. She sighed, thinking of everything that she was going to miss by passing this up. 8964 copyright protection823ＰＥＮＡＮＡLOh7lLdOMG 維尼
“You know what, sweetie? The class isn’t until three hours from now. I’ll let you go in just this once. Just for a few minutes.” 8964 copyright protection823ＰＥＮＡＮＡvzO2jVqlRP 維尼
Violet’s heart leapt and beat rapidly in her chest. All of this was new to her, but even though it was going to be a unique experience for her, she just had to hear the music. It reminded her of magic, something unattainable, needing to be reached with her hands.8964 copyright protection823ＰＥＮＡＮＡkE1Hfnt8GM 維尼
She opened the door and the acidic smell of old wood tickled at her nose, but soon enough, the music danced around her, almost as if it was human and standing in front of her. She gasped and closed her eyes, imagining that she was in a castle and she was a princess. 8964 copyright protection823ＰＥＮＡＮＡr82ahDkq4A 維尼
“I can go in?” she asked. 8964 copyright protection823ＰＥＮＡＮＡpw4vHbwtJE 維尼
“Go ahead,” her mother said. “I need to make a quick phone call.” 8964 copyright protection823ＰＥＮＡＮＡI6JEN2BoEN 維尼
Violet nodded and dashed to the auditorium door, opening it. The music was all over the place now. Seeping from every corner of the wall, vibrating inside her as her heart found the rhythm. It was dark save for the light on the stage. The music had faded and was now in oblivion. Violet didn’t know what to do now. She was alone in the aisle, just waiting for the music to start again. She hoped it wasn’t over. The pianist left the stage after he bowed, leaving the audience behind with a graceful gesture. 8964 copyright protection823ＰＥＮＡＮＡNVPZ80ukbl 維尼
Then she saw him. A person probably a little older than herself. He bowed as the audience applauded and walked, with a serious face, to the piano bench. His hair was dark and his eyes were focused as he remained sitting on the piano bench. His hands were massive, his eyes were intense as he seemed to stare into nothing but open space. Was he also lost in his own world? At that point, Violet found herself longing to be on the stage, just so that she could hear the music closer and see everything that he was doing. 8964 copyright protection823ＰＥＮＡＮＡVfojcjAdm2 維尼
He was playing singular notes. They were ominous, slow, directed, as if the music was in some kind of mourning. Then the moment came— the moment that left Violet standing there, in complete awe. His fingers weren’t fingers anymore. They were little people, dancing on their own stage, making beautiful music that made Violet’s heart soar. How was it humanly possible that a human being as young as him could play so fast and with such virtuosity? She found herself wishing that, one day, she too would be able to play with that kind of command. He wasn’t even looking at the piano, but Violet felt like he was looking right at her. 8964 copyright protection823ＰＥＮＡＮＡrwsg51GqNY 維尼
A hand on her shoulders brought her out of her reverie and back into the reality of where she was standing in the auditorium. She let out a gasp and looked to her side, noticing a man looking at her with narrowed eyes. 8964 copyright protection823ＰＥＮＡＮＡLjHmgfpraw 維尼
“Young girl,” he said. He had a thick European accent.8964 copyright protection823ＰＥＮＡＮＡSLsMLggKmu 維尼
“Y-yes?” she whispered in return, her legs feeling like wet noodles. 8964 copyright protection823ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4BSIFKbcjm 維尼
“Find a seat. You are not supposed to be standing in the aisle.” 8964 copyright protection823ＰＥＮＡＮＡKnVqTYakHs 維尼
There was a seat next to him. She was hesitant to take it, but there were no other open seats near her and she didn’t want to make a scene by leaving. That would have been even more rude than standing in the aisle. 8964 copyright protection823ＰＥＮＡＮＡGByotYuDNz 維尼
She didn’t want to leave her mother waiting, but it was too late to leave. She moved her feet and noticed a program on the floor. She bent down to pick it up. 8964 copyright protection823ＰＥＮＡＮＡaV6xkQHB1e 維尼
2008 Young Artist’s International Piano Competition 8964 copyright protection823ＰＥＮＡＮＡriaDGv2ErF 維尼
Violet didn’t recognize any of the names or pictures on the program. Not until she got to the picture of the person playing. 8964 copyright protection823ＰＥＮＡＮＡRpLE1uxskJ 維尼
His name is Alexander Kafka. He’s fourteen years old. A child prodigy. Taught by his grandfather, also of the same name. He is playing Winter Etude by Frederic Chopin. I don’t know who Chopin is, but he sounds hard. Really, really hard. 8964 copyright protection823ＰＥＮＡＮＡxDxqzUPYSi 維尼
Violet noticed the old man sitting next to her, his hands imitating every movement of Alexander’s. She heard him whisper a few expletives. Closing her eyes, she imagined herself as the one paying the music on the stage. She felt the light beating on her neck, her heart racing at the thought of several people’s eyes on her. She imagined a world full of musical notes. Violet found herself longing more and more to be one with the music.8964 copyright protection823ＰＥＮＡＮＡi3gxHVi3dr 維尼
Violet’s eyelids flicked open. Alexander Kafka’s hands were now gliding across the keyboard. His playing was effortless. True. Passionate. But his piece was now over. The thunderous applause came soon after. Alexander was now standing in front of the piano and bowed, afterward walking off the stage. Violet found herself wanting to stay for the next piece he was going to perform, but there was no way her mother was going to let her stay in that long. 8964 copyright protection823ＰＥＮＡＮＡWceWays1wg 維尼
Forget that. Stay. 8964 copyright protection823ＰＥＮＡＮＡVls5rS80Fa 維尼
As the applause was still going, Violet knew that it was time to leave the auditorium. She frowned as she got up, never forgetting the music. It was going to stay in her ears. She wanted it to stay. 8964 copyright protection823ＰＥＮＡＮＡG3zLIIsuso 維尼
She opened the door and she peered out, looking for her mother. Her mother was there, waiting by the front entrance. Violet frowned, hoping that her mother was still talking to the person she needed to talk to. That way, she could have sneaked in and stayed for a while longer. But she realized that things weren’t ever going to be like that. After all, her mother did have a class to teach and Violet had her fifth-grade homework to do. She had to write that darned book report on A Wrinkle in Time. A book that she was finding difficult to understand the more that she read it. Even her mother’s constant explanations about the book were not proving fruitful in the least. 8964 copyright protection823ＰＥＮＡＮＡlb8MKRwU2e 維尼
“Violet!” Her mother’s voice was sharp and pointed. 8964 copyright protection823ＰＥＮＡＮＡZlMxTzWJ42 維尼
“Sorry, Mom.” 8964 copyright protection823ＰＥＮＡＮＡSou4onJAcH 維尼
“What took so long?” she asked as she opened the door, letting her daughter out first. 8964 copyright protection823ＰＥＮＡＮＡeDTDK2oZod 維尼
Violet felt the rush of cold air attack her face. She took a deep breath and braced herself as she walked down the cement steps. 8964 copyright protection823ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0rWEzyfN1S 維尼
“I’m sorry Mom. I was listening to the music and lost track of the time.” 8964 copyright protection823ＰＥＮＡＮＡbYV5c1Z0Fz 維尼
“You’re always doing that…” She shook her head. “Always getting distracted. Now how much of Wrinkle in Time have you read since yesterday? Mrs. Peterson’s book report is due in two days.” 8964 copyright protection823ＰＥＮＡＮＡhZEZGdgJ5c 維尼
“I’ve read the whole thing, Mom.” Violet grimaced. She didn’t even want to think of reading or writing at that moment. It was the music that was still ringing in her ears, still staying deep in her heart, not wanting to leave. 8964 copyright protection823ＰＥＮＡＮＡUwLYQTg1CL 維尼
“Hmm,” she said, shaking her head. “We’ll talk more about it later. What do you want from the cafeteria? We’ll get something to eat at the food court once we get there. They’re open till ten.” 8964 copyright protection823ＰＥＮＡＮＡAlIU7sYpUA 維尼
Violet looked up at the sky. It was pitch black but there were no stars in the sky. To her, they were a rarity. The combinations of the lights from New York City and the traffic always made it too hard to see the night sky. But she looked at the electric light on her watch. It was now 6:30 PM. 8964 copyright protection823ＰＥＮＡＮＡEpwjV2aQ7z 維尼
“Alright,” Violet said. “I suppose that sounds good.” 827Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEgMkbo51iB
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