Main Character: Katsuki (male)
Heroine: Voice (female)
Spoiler! :
Chapter 1
As the light flutters through the window on the 3rd floor of one of the most prestigious musical institution in the nation, a boy stands playing a viola solo.
“Alright stop, stop” sigh
“Katsuki are you sure you want to keep pursuing the viola? Because at this rate your not going to get anywhere. To put it bluntly out there, you suck”
I looked down on the floor and answered with a nod
Shaking his head the professor waved his hand and excused me.
I walked out of the room and sighed. That was the last playing exam of the semester and I just flunked it. I hated professor Rov because he is always an ass hole about everything I play.
As I walked down the corridor that lead to an outside bridge I heard voices from one of the class rooms. I looked through the door way and a couple of students were reading the weekly music international magazine.
“Hey look its Voice-chan”
“Yea I know right shes an amazing solo violist”
“Don’t forget she also did a viola concerto with an international renowned orchestra too!”
“Oh yea I remember that it was shown on T.V once. Man she really changes the world with her music.”
I left in disgust.
As I entered the outside bridge, it was chilly. The date was December and it was the snowing season. But still this cold feeling was a bit refreshing after a bitter performance. I walked across the bridge and look down to see tiny ants (music students) walking home or to work. I envied them. They probably passed. This was one of the top musical schools in japan and yet I feel so out of place. Since there was an abnormally low amount of violist who continues on as a major in college, many schools like a good ratio, so in high demand of violists they recruit almost anyone, even if the violist isn’t good. When I got accepted into this school I was really happy even though I knew that I was only chosen because of being a violist however, after coming here I felt a change of heart. My classmates were way ahead of me and I felt alone and abandoned.
“Sigh, man this stinks”
After declaring this thought I walked across campus to the garden on the west side of school in the back. It was a nice garden with flowers planted and since the season is winter, the winter flowers blooms at its max. There is also a veranda and also a bridge that hovers over a stream. I sat at my usual spot. A spot reserved right under a big oak tree that was changing its leaves from green to orange and yellow, and that was located in front of bridge and stream. I sat down, it was sunny yet I felt no warmth but only the jacket that covered my back. I then looked at the viola that was next to me in a case. It was a dark black case. I touched the cold icy plastic case that shot chills through my figure tips to my spine with each stroke. Then a sudden icy chilling shot reminded me that I failed an important exam a few minutes ago. Immediately, rage hit me and I furiously grabbed the viola case and hurled it across from me. As it landed with a flop next to the side of the stream next to the bridge, I dropped onto my back and closed my eyes. I though “Yea a sting probably broke but I didn’t care anymore.” I was a low paid student living alone and if I wasn’t good then I probably couldn’t continue with my musical studies here anymore. And this last chance was blown up right in front of my face just 20 minutes ago. I lay their lifelessly as I took in the sunlight that generated no heat. Yet the cold wind that came by every so often cooled my fuse and soon I dozed off.
Awoken suddenly by a smooth beautiful low melody that enveloped me with such a wonderful melody I never heard before. The flow from note to note was as if it was a stream. These transcending sounds created by notes enter weaving each other into place creating a feeling of unity. My eyes burst open and I saw an unrealistic sight almost a cut out scene from a manga. It was dazzling almost as if everything fit into place. There in front of me standing at the small bridge, holding a viola was a girl about my age. I don’t remember such a person in my class or a person who went to this school at all who played with such a style. I was mesmerized and stared blankly as I listened to her play. The low deep tones that streamed out of the viola and her fingers almost dancing on the figure board of the viola and synchronized with the bowing. It was like nature itself was playing along with her, or that might have just been my hallucination caused by her playing, but it was the real deal. Suddenly she took notice and the music stopped and the presence which shrouded the garden dispersed and only the cold air was left. She turned over and stared, then bowed. I nervously stood up and bowed back. I walked towards her and was at the front of the bridge, then said.
“Um that was amazing!”
She looked me in the eyes and stared at me. When I got a closer look at her not only was her music beautiful but she was really pretty. I couldn’t help but blush in amazement. She had semi- short pure black hair that flowed to the front of her chest. She had a hair pin on the front and her eyes were as pure black and deep as the abyss. She was in a light blouse and a semi- long dress with curls at the end. Suddenly she stuck her hand out and handed me the viola and the bow. I flinched but regained posture and reached out to accept the viola. From the texture of the viola I could tell it was the one I just tossed away a few minutes ago. I took it and then was about to ask when what answered me was a note pad. On it says
“Please play”
“?!”
I was totally caught off guard. At first I thought why a notepad? Could she not talk? Then I gave up on looking for an answer, to me it didn’t matter but what did was the request was quite vague and I didn’t know what she’d like me to play either. Also a flash back of what happened at the exam earlier today diminished my confidence. But she stood there and looked me in the eyes. They were earnest, guiltless, and innocent. I took the viola and took position. I thought for a moment deciding on what to play then then raised my bow. I began to play the song that I just had an exam for, then suddenly I felt a hand on my shoulder and I flinched a bit but I knew it was hers. I also knew in my heart that I was starting to blush and get nervous and felt that my heart was beating so fast that she might hear it. In the end, I was rushing the piece and when I finished, I said
“Yea it was bad huh. I failed the exam for this. It’s pathetic; no matter how hard I try a normal person like me will always be below a prodigy.”
She then started to scribble something down on her notebook and then flipped it around.
“It’s really bad, however it’s also unique and that’s what makes it beautiful too.”
Err… ouch that felt like I just got shot in the head. This girl! She just outright and said that I sucked. But it was the truth and I knew it. However the next sentence made me feel confused whether to be happy or annoyed. She then scribbled something else in her notebook and it said.
“Please play it again.”
I was a bit depressed but I still played it, this time she came from behind and almost hugging me, wrote on my hand slowly, “relax”. I was confused but then suddenly she started to play the viola using my hands and body like a robot. I was still a bit shocked from her being so close but then she suddenly stopped and wrote on her notepad
“Don’t be tense, feel the flow and movements of when I’m playing with your hands.”
I looked up at her and nodded without a question. We started once again and all of a sudden it was as if I was sucked into a whole new world! It was amazing; it felt like I was totally absorbed into playing this one piece and the sounds that were produced from my viola were so different then before, just few minutes ago. Also it was a sound that I had never heard before and it felt like it snapped me back into place. She then stopped and scribbled something into her notebook
It says “now you play it, with the feeling you’ve grasped”
I was dumbfound and probably had a dumbfounded face too, but she just nodded happily so I took her word for it and started playing.
After a few notes into the intro for the piece she taps me and shakes her head, then scribbled
“Again, remember the feeling!”
I nodded but was terribly confused. I imagined how it felt to play it when she was controlling me and then I started. From string to string then to a shift and then accelerando then suddenly something hit me “feel the song the music flowing” and. Speechless it was just like before, a whole new world opened up to me one that was right in front of me the whole time. It was ecstasy and amazingness and it felt different, like I was reborn. I’ve never felt this kind of playing before. I looked over at my shoulder and saw her smiling face along with her hand on my shoulder. I closed my eyes and smiled too and completed the song flawlessly, filled with emotion and feeling. After playing she started teaching me new pieces and how to play again from the basics almost like how to walk when you were a baby. We played the viola all through the afternoon and it was like a silent musical concert like aroma that surrounded us, and by the time we were satisfied the sky was still lit light blue, but the temperature dropped a bit. I turned to look at her and I chuckled and then started laughing. She laughed too. After releasing that compressed feeling, I felt overjoyed that I was able to play with this person all afternoon but then I felt a bit dreadful because even though there are a lot of extraordinary viola prodigies at this school they were all stuck up and care for nothing else but themselves. However this girl for the first time I felt while playing with her was surely the most enjoyment I’ve ever had since coming here and playing the viola. Then I asked.
“Um so its winter break now and I have a make-up exam b-but I really like to meet again with you and play again with you.”
……..GAHHH UGHH I know my face is probably all red. Th-this is like a confession, or asking her out. I looked down a bit but then confronted by her notebook. I had a gut feeling of rejection and misunderstanding. Then when I looked up, on the notebook wrote.
“Ok, tomorrow here at 7a.m and I too had lots of fun”
She then turned around and ran off into the garden but I sore I thought I saw her blush a bit or maybe that was the frost bites on her cheeks causing it turn rosy red. I looked up into the sky and thanked the heavens, then packed my viola and stood up. Breath in the cold refreshing natural air, and then sighed in a joyful manner however as I sighed out.
“AHHHHH!”
I didn’t even get her name or number. Ugh I’m so stupid I can’t believe I totally forgot to even ask her, her name. That’s like the most basic thing you first do when you meet!
As the light flutters through the window on the 3rd floor of one of the most prestigious musical institution in the nation, a boy stands playing a viola solo.
“Alright stop, stop” sigh
“Katsuki are you sure you want to keep pursuing the viola? Because at this rate your not going to get anywhere. To put it bluntly out there, you suck”
I looked down on the floor and answered with a nod
Shaking his head the professor waved his hand and excused me.
I walked out of the room and sighed. That was the last playing exam of the semester and I just flunked it. I hated professor Rov because he is always an ass hole about everything I play.
As I walked down the corridor that lead to an outside bridge I heard voices from one of the class rooms. I looked through the door way and a couple of students were reading the weekly music international magazine.
“Hey look its Voice-chan”
“Yea I know right shes an amazing solo violist”
“Don’t forget she also did a viola concerto with an international renowned orchestra too!”
“Oh yea I remember that it was shown on T.V once. Man she really changes the world with her music.”
I left in disgust.
As I entered the outside bridge, it was chilly. The date was December and it was the snowing season. But still this cold feeling was a bit refreshing after a bitter performance. I walked across the bridge and look down to see tiny ants (music students) walking home or to work. I envied them. They probably passed. This was one of the top musical schools in japan and yet I feel so out of place. Since there was an abnormally low amount of violist who continues on as a major in college, many schools like a good ratio, so in high demand of violists they recruit almost anyone, even if the violist isn’t good. When I got accepted into this school I was really happy even though I knew that I was only chosen because of being a violist however, after coming here I felt a change of heart. My classmates were way ahead of me and I felt alone and abandoned.
“Sigh, man this stinks”
After declaring this thought I walked across campus to the garden on the west side of school in the back. It was a nice garden with flowers planted and since the season is winter, the winter flowers blooms at its max. There is also a veranda and also a bridge that hovers over a stream. I sat at my usual spot. A spot reserved right under a big oak tree that was changing its leaves from green to orange and yellow, and that was located in front of bridge and stream. I sat down, it was sunny yet I felt no warmth but only the jacket that covered my back. I then looked at the viola that was next to me in a case. It was a dark black case. I touched the cold icy plastic case that shot chills through my figure tips to my spine with each stroke. Then a sudden icy chilling shot reminded me that I failed an important exam a few minutes ago. Immediately, rage hit me and I furiously grabbed the viola case and hurled it across from me. As it landed with a flop next to the side of the stream next to the bridge, I dropped onto my back and closed my eyes. I though “Yea a sting probably broke but I didn’t care anymore.” I was a low paid student living alone and if I wasn’t good then I probably couldn’t continue with my musical studies here anymore. And this last chance was blown up right in front of my face just 20 minutes ago. I lay their lifelessly as I took in the sunlight that generated no heat. Yet the cold wind that came by every so often cooled my fuse and soon I dozed off.
Awoken suddenly by a smooth beautiful low melody that enveloped me with such a wonderful melody I never heard before. The flow from note to note was as if it was a stream. These transcending sounds created by notes enter weaving each other into place creating a feeling of unity. My eyes burst open and I saw an unrealistic sight almost a cut out scene from a manga. It was dazzling almost as if everything fit into place. There in front of me standing at the small bridge, holding a viola was a girl about my age. I don’t remember such a person in my class or a person who went to this school at all who played with such a style. I was mesmerized and stared blankly as I listened to her play. The low deep tones that streamed out of the viola and her fingers almost dancing on the figure board of the viola and synchronized with the bowing. It was like nature itself was playing along with her, or that might have just been my hallucination caused by her playing, but it was the real deal. Suddenly she took notice and the music stopped and the presence which shrouded the garden dispersed and only the cold air was left. She turned over and stared, then bowed. I nervously stood up and bowed back. I walked towards her and was at the front of the bridge, then said.
“Um that was amazing!”
She looked me in the eyes and stared at me. When I got a closer look at her not only was her music beautiful but she was really pretty. I couldn’t help but blush in amazement. She had semi- short pure black hair that flowed to the front of her chest. She had a hair pin on the front and her eyes were as pure black and deep as the abyss. She was in a light blouse and a semi- long dress with curls at the end. Suddenly she stuck her hand out and handed me the viola and the bow. I flinched but regained posture and reached out to accept the viola. From the texture of the viola I could tell it was the one I just tossed away a few minutes ago. I took it and then was about to ask when what answered me was a note pad. On it says
“Please play”
“?!”
I was totally caught off guard. At first I thought why a notepad? Could she not talk? Then I gave up on looking for an answer, to me it didn’t matter but what did was the request was quite vague and I didn’t know what she’d like me to play either. Also a flash back of what happened at the exam earlier today diminished my confidence. But she stood there and looked me in the eyes. They were earnest, guiltless, and innocent. I took the viola and took position. I thought for a moment deciding on what to play then then raised my bow. I began to play the song that I just had an exam for, then suddenly I felt a hand on my shoulder and I flinched a bit but I knew it was hers. I also knew in my heart that I was starting to blush and get nervous and felt that my heart was beating so fast that she might hear it. In the end, I was rushing the piece and when I finished, I said
“Yea it was bad huh. I failed the exam for this. It’s pathetic; no matter how hard I try a normal person like me will always be below a prodigy.”
She then started to scribble something down on her notebook and then flipped it around.
“It’s really bad, however it’s also unique and that’s what makes it beautiful too.”
Err… ouch that felt like I just got shot in the head. This girl! She just outright and said that I sucked. But it was the truth and I knew it. However the next sentence made me feel confused whether to be happy or annoyed. She then scribbled something else in her notebook and it said.
“Please play it again.”
I was a bit depressed but I still played it, this time she came from behind and almost hugging me, wrote on my hand slowly, “relax”. I was confused but then suddenly she started to play the viola using my hands and body like a robot. I was still a bit shocked from her being so close but then she suddenly stopped and wrote on her notepad
“Don’t be tense, feel the flow and movements of when I’m playing with your hands.”
I looked up at her and nodded without a question. We started once again and all of a sudden it was as if I was sucked into a whole new world! It was amazing; it felt like I was totally absorbed into playing this one piece and the sounds that were produced from my viola were so different then before, just few minutes ago. Also it was a sound that I had never heard before and it felt like it snapped me back into place. She then stopped and scribbled something into her notebook
It says “now you play it, with the feeling you’ve grasped”
I was dumbfound and probably had a dumbfounded face too, but she just nodded happily so I took her word for it and started playing.
After a few notes into the intro for the piece she taps me and shakes her head, then scribbled
“Again, remember the feeling!”
I nodded but was terribly confused. I imagined how it felt to play it when she was controlling me and then I started. From string to string then to a shift and then accelerando then suddenly something hit me “feel the song the music flowing” and. Speechless it was just like before, a whole new world opened up to me one that was right in front of me the whole time. It was ecstasy and amazingness and it felt different, like I was reborn. I’ve never felt this kind of playing before. I looked over at my shoulder and saw her smiling face along with her hand on my shoulder. I closed my eyes and smiled too and completed the song flawlessly, filled with emotion and feeling. After playing she started teaching me new pieces and how to play again from the basics almost like how to walk when you were a baby. We played the viola all through the afternoon and it was like a silent musical concert like aroma that surrounded us, and by the time we were satisfied the sky was still lit light blue, but the temperature dropped a bit. I turned to look at her and I chuckled and then started laughing. She laughed too. After releasing that compressed feeling, I felt overjoyed that I was able to play with this person all afternoon but then I felt a bit dreadful because even though there are a lot of extraordinary viola prodigies at this school they were all stuck up and care for nothing else but themselves. However this girl for the first time I felt while playing with her was surely the most enjoyment I’ve ever had since coming here and playing the viola. Then I asked.
“Um so its winter break now and I have a make-up exam b-but I really like to meet again with you and play again with you.”
……..GAHHH UGHH I know my face is probably all red. Th-this is like a confession, or asking her out. I looked down a bit but then confronted by her notebook. I had a gut feeling of rejection and misunderstanding. Then when I looked up, on the notebook wrote.
“Ok, tomorrow here at 7a.m and I too had lots of fun”
She then turned around and ran off into the garden but I sore I thought I saw her blush a bit or maybe that was the frost bites on her cheeks causing it turn rosy red. I looked up into the sky and thanked the heavens, then packed my viola and stood up. Breath in the cold refreshing natural air, and then sighed in a joyful manner however as I sighed out.
“AHHHHH!”
I didn’t even get her name or number. Ugh I’m so stupid I can’t believe I totally forgot to even ask her, her name. That’s like the most basic thing you first do when you meet!
