“Kristina, come on, we have practice,” Max said and he turned to my violin and saw why I was frozen.
“Oh man, Mr. Nedina.”
“What is it Max?” he asked as he approached us. He looked at the violin and then turned to everyone else. “Who is responsible for this?”
He looked around the silent room and when no one owned up to it, as expected he sighed and rubbed his eye. My luck just went from bad to horrible in two hours. I wiped the tears from my eyes, but it didn’t help since more came after that. I felt Max wrap his arm around my shoulder.
“Mary, come here please,” he said.
“Yes, Mr. Nedina,” she said. Mary came over and looked shocked, yet happy when she saw the state of my violin. Did she do this? I didn’t think she would go as far as to …show more content…
Mr. Nedina went over to a pair of students who were practicing the cello portion. Max walked over to the quartet. After I put my violin away Mary came over with her own violin.
“Here,” she said and just walked away. I adjusted the violin to the key and practiced. There was a couple times when the violin went out of tune, but it was easily fixed with some more adjusting. Soon we walked out of the band room and to the auditorium, where the performance was scheduled to be in. When I arrived, I saw that Mary and her parents were there. Looking up, her parents saw me and waved me over towards them.
“I saw your performance of ‘Canon and Gigue in D’ earlier, and while there were some mistakes I must say it was a spectacular performance. Mary could stand to learn a few things from you. Those years at SOMA really paid off, but dear, answer this why aren’t you still there?” her mother said. Before I could answer her, though, our ensemble was called. I told her I would tell her after the performance. I stood in my place which, was beside Max. We began the movement. The notes rang through my head as the song continued. Then I hit a few sour notes, but I continued to play
“Oh man, Mr. Nedina.”
“What is it Max?” he asked as he approached us. He looked at the violin and then turned to everyone else. “Who is responsible for this?”
He looked around the silent room and when no one owned up to it, as expected he sighed and rubbed his eye. My luck just went from bad to horrible in two hours. I wiped the tears from my eyes, but it didn’t help since more came after that. I felt Max wrap his arm around my shoulder.
“Mary, come here please,” he said.
“Yes, Mr. Nedina,” she said. Mary came over and looked shocked, yet happy when she saw the state of my violin. Did she do this? I didn’t think she would go as far as to …show more content…
Mr. Nedina went over to a pair of students who were practicing the cello portion. Max walked over to the quartet. After I put my violin away Mary came over with her own violin.
“Here,” she said and just walked away. I adjusted the violin to the key and practiced. There was a couple times when the violin went out of tune, but it was easily fixed with some more adjusting. Soon we walked out of the band room and to the auditorium, where the performance was scheduled to be in. When I arrived, I saw that Mary and her parents were there. Looking up, her parents saw me and waved me over towards them.
“I saw your performance of ‘Canon and Gigue in D’ earlier, and while there were some mistakes I must say it was a spectacular performance. Mary could stand to learn a few things from you. Those years at SOMA really paid off, but dear, answer this why aren’t you still there?” her mother said. Before I could answer her, though, our ensemble was called. I told her I would tell her after the performance. I stood in my place which, was beside Max. We began the movement. The notes rang through my head as the song continued. Then I hit a few sour notes, but I continued to play