A choice has been made to pick this delicate instrument, a weapon of my choice—the violin. Carefully, one removes the seals from the case it has been resting in—it made a soft clicking sound like the locks from a prisoner’s cage. The case opens slowly revealing what was inside of it. The instrument patiently waits for its master as it lays on its furry navy blue bed. Silence filled the room as each one stare at each other and talk with their amazed eyes. The violin was glistening with beauty; its body handcrafted by a luthier and made of spruce and maple from the finest trees in the forest delivered by the most hardworking men.
One grabs the violin by its neck like a snake tamer tames the snake by picking it up by its neck. Now, one rests …show more content…
It was as white as corpse's ashes after being burned from the fearful fight against strong enemies. Enemies encountered by its master each fulfilling day. Practicing the violin, learning to control it by improving the bow's angle to commit to that specific spot in between the playing area. The fingers that are on its neck are slightly bent followed by the wrist. Each finger placement corresponded with the note that is provided in the music sheet that is requested to play. "High D, A string, 1st position, 3rd string, make sure to hold it for 4 counts" my mind repeats the information received and learned. The moment has come to conquer the truth, the note may be played differently from before, maybe better or worse. These doubts killing what's left of the concentration devoted to this single decision. One made the choice and played the note, "Oops! Out of tune, maybe sharp?" Fixing the notes becomes a surreal challenge, the sound waves counteracting with each other, as it becomes sharper, the wavelengths gradually become shorter and the flatter it goes, the longer the wavelengths become. Moving, listening and finding the correct tuning note, or at least something closer to
One grabs the violin by its neck like a snake tamer tames the snake by picking it up by its neck. Now, one rests …show more content…
It was as white as corpse's ashes after being burned from the fearful fight against strong enemies. Enemies encountered by its master each fulfilling day. Practicing the violin, learning to control it by improving the bow's angle to commit to that specific spot in between the playing area. The fingers that are on its neck are slightly bent followed by the wrist. Each finger placement corresponded with the note that is provided in the music sheet that is requested to play. "High D, A string, 1st position, 3rd string, make sure to hold it for 4 counts" my mind repeats the information received and learned. The moment has come to conquer the truth, the note may be played differently from before, maybe better or worse. These doubts killing what's left of the concentration devoted to this single decision. One made the choice and played the note, "Oops! Out of tune, maybe sharp?" Fixing the notes becomes a surreal challenge, the sound waves counteracting with each other, as it becomes sharper, the wavelengths gradually become shorter and the flatter it goes, the longer the wavelengths become. Moving, listening and finding the correct tuning note, or at least something closer to