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Saviour.

The first movement.

A rosin cloud slowly grew, curling it's way around my bow and escaping up into the air, free to disappear as it floats away with the wind. Is it wrong to be jealous of a rosined bow? I stood on the street corner playing 'Overture' by Jinxx, my favourite piece the occasional person threw in small unwanted change into my violin case as they walked past. Not that it mattered. I didn't want their money. I wanted them to stop and listen, to take a moment to realise that I exist. My voice couldn't make people understand and my music is all I have left.



I finished 'Overture' with what I hoped was a graceful bow. Leaning down to find my tuner amongst the mismatched items hiding throughout my violin case, a pair of black leather boots appeared in front of me. I looked up from my case, sun glinting in my eyes and surrounding Jinxx in a cloak of light as he stared down at me.

I thought the sun was playing tricks, I thought maybe he didn't appreciate people like me playing his music, for once my guard was down and I felt scared for what he would think. I was in no state of mind to be thinking logically as my heart beat unreasonably fast, performing it's own allegretto. Holding my violin close, I grabbed my case and started to walk off as fast as possible. Finally no longer thinking of others and following my heart. My own selfish needs.
Jinxx reached out and grabbed my arm, his eyes betraying his emotions of anguish as I flinched at the touch of my freshly manufactured cuts. Unable to keep his gaze, I lowered my eyes and dropped my case, sending coins flying in all directions.

"Stop" he said as I went to pick up my care. "Why would someone making such beautiful music ever try to hurt themselves? If I was as beautiful and talented as you, I would never find the need to hurt myself." Jinxx ignored my shocked look and as the tears began to escape their prison he bent down and tidied my case. "Play for me? 'Overture'? Please?" I nodded, feeling numb inside as I raised my violin, took a deep breath and played. I didn't need my sheet music, this piece came naturally to me.
I finished to Jinxx's enthusiastic applause, enough to push out a smile that actually meant what it felt. Happiness.











Notes

Hopefully will be adding more if people like it. Anything you feel should be changed? I would love any constructive criticism.

Comments

@BVBArmie
Haha gotta love Jinxx, I'll have to try and find yours. Anyway thank you :)

Shiiraah Shiiraah
11/26/14

I have a Jinxx love story titled Saviour too! What a coincidence. Anyway, this is really good so far

BVBArmie BVBArmie
11/24/14