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My Final Performance

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A tan hand opened the wooden case the beloved violin sat in, slowly picking up the silver violin and the matching silver bow. It was time for her last performance. She walked out onto the stage, and her cheering and clapping. She smiled sadly, tears shinning in her eyes that sat behind her glasses. She stands in the middle do the stage, placing the bow down on the strings, and began to play.

Her music started out as slowly but lively as she pranced around the stage, doing spins and other tricks she had learned over the year she had performed. She closed her eyes, standing on her tiptoes as her music became slower and sadder, and she could feel the mood change. She smiled sadly, keeping her eyes closed. Her crowd always knew when it was time. Images danced across the wall of the stage she stood on, showing her past performances, some sad, some happy, and some full of drama.

She leapt into the air, spinning as she continued to play, hearing some people cry softly. She gracefully leapt off the stage, still playing as she spun through the crowd. Not wanting to disturb her, and mistifyed by her music, they moved to let her through, her closest friends crying softly. Before she knew it, she was back on the stage, about to play the last note as one last image flashed on the wall of the stage. Then she stopped, opening her eyes and looking at the crowd before her. She smiled sadly, and her tears fell.

They were her family, her friends. Her Saviors; her sisters and brothers..... But it was time to say goodbye.

She placed the bow on the strings, spinning as she played the last note, and she heard people cry and clap as she closed her eyes in sadness. She opened her eyes, bowing as they cheered and cried softly for her, watching as she pressed her hand against her heart before pushing the hand toward them. They all reach out, their hands closing into fists, as if they had taken something. She smiled one last time, before she gracefully turned and left the stage, hearing her fans cheer and cry.

As she out her violin away, she looked at the picture of a girl at the bottom of the case. She closed her eyes, feeling a tear fall down her cheek before she placed the violin in the case and out the bow in its holder next to it, closing the case as she opened her eyes. She picked it up and walked toward the exit, turning her head and looking back one more time. This violinist was be leaving, but that sure as hell didn't mean more wasn't going to come and do the wonderful things, maybe even better things, then her. She smiled, before she disappeared through the door, which closed after her.
The crowd was my watchers.
The violin is my paper.
The bow is my pencil.
The picture of the girl at the bottom of the case is Catie.
And I am the violinist.
~XxWolfRocksxX
© 2014 - 2024 ThaliaKal
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