the sound of one thousand violins --- ♪♫ open to critique

[water-witch]

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Okay, since you've clicked on this I bet you want to read my story. Well, alright. I'm not a professional writer, but I do write a lot. Just so you know. In case you're wondering. Which I guess you aren't. But seriously, don't give me hate mail about this story. I mean, don't blame me if you hate the story! That's your fault. Not mine.

Okay, it's me again. I'll let you to the story, but not until I'm done telling you about it.

Ash Faithe is a girl with a dream. A big dream. She's been practicing to be a concert violinist ever since she was nine. And she's good. Now, as a nineteen year old still hanging on the the last ray of hope for being a concert violinist. And just when she decides it might be all stupid to keep up with it, she gets a letter. Not any letter, the letter. A scholarship to Sherry Belle's School for the Gifted. The letter might be enough to change her life. So she goes. There she works hard to be the best, makes friends with the very girl in the school who feels like a nothing, and befriends a turtle.

❝ "Ash, time to go!" That was definitely her step dad calling her. "Coming." Ash said, softly but loud enough for him to hear. She wanted to look around her room one more time. So she did. But after a while, she waved good-bye and walked out to the car. "It's a long ride to this school..." Mom said worriedly, as if she wasn't sure. But Jeff, her step dad, wasn't letting up on having her go, and he ushered them both into the car. "Yes. It is. Which is why we're leaving early, so Ash can have a bit of time to settle in. And anyway, Amaya, her stuff is already there. We sent it over a week ago, remember?" Mom nodded, but she still had a look all over her face that said: alright, but I'm still not sure about all this... Ash didn't care. Not at first. The whole letter inviting her to the school hadn't seemed a big deal. At least, until Jeff said that going there could give her an extra boost to getting famous. She really wanted to be a concert violinist, and anything that could get her there would be worth whatever cost it had. ❞

Look for quote boxes on this page! Every time I add a quote box, I'll introduce a new character! The quote box will have a a pica and description of the character. The boxes are usually near the bottom of the page!

Ash Faithe is a violinist. She decided
to go to Sherry's because she thought
it might get her the boost she needed
to be a concert violinist. She is a
talented musician and loves what she
does. She is strong and outgoing,
confident to the end. She likes books,
but she prefers music.

"I'm nobody, who are you?"
- Emily Dickinson

[water-witch]

"Ash, time to go!" That was definitely her step dad calling her. "Coming." Ash said, softly but loud enough for him to hear. She wanted to look around her room one more time. So she did. But after a while, she waved good-bye and walked out to the car. "It's a long ride to this school..." Mom said worriedly, as if she wasn't sure. But Jeff, her step dad, wasn't letting up on having her go, and he ushered them both into the car. "Yes. It is. Which is why we're leaving early, so Ash can have a bit of time to settle in. And anyway, Amaya, her stuff is already there. We sent it over a week ago, remember?" Mom nodded, but she still had a look all over her face that said: alright, but I'm still not sure about all this... Ash didn't care. Not at first. The whole letter inviting her to the school hadn't seemed a big deal. At least, until Jeff said that going there could give her an extra boost to getting famous. She really wanted to be a concert violinist, and anything that could get her there would be worth whatever cost it had.

It was a long drive. For what seemed like an eternity, Ash stared at bland scenery out her window, holding her violin case in her lap. The school was a long way from Minnesota, it seemed. Ash kept on staring out the window until she couldn't take it anymore. She stuck on headphones, got out her sketchbook, and played the soft violin music as loud as she could stand, drawing herself as a concert violinist, the stage lights casting a glow on her shiny new violin. Bliss.

Ash walked meekly up to the school. Usually, such a thing might be done confidently, but something about how much she wanted this whole crazy thing to be real made her feel as if it might all come crashing down, and then she'd have to go back to her real life. So, she pushed open the door to her dorm and gently set her violin case down on a desk. She smiled at the bookcases already full to bursting with books that had been sent along earlier. The bed was set with her covers and pillows. Every aspect of the room seemed to whisper: you live here now. Play violin to get used to it. Not one to ignore her feelings, Ash picked up her violin case and sat down on the comfy window seat in one corner of the room. She slowly unlocked the locks on the brand-new case and opened it. The beautiful violin seemed to glow. Ash's step dad had bought it for her the day she got the letter, but she hadn't even seen it.

And now that she was looking at it, she was almost afraid to touch it. But she did. She took the beautiful violin and bow out of the case, the lush green velvet soft on her fingers, set the case on the floor, and began to play. Soft, lighthearted music, music she had only played at home. It was this type of music that made her just close her eyes and play, feeling and hearing every single note that came out of the instrument and knowing it was the perfect note. She knew she could write down the tune later, she would remember it. She always remembered, or else the worn brown satchel she always had with her wouldn't be overflowing wit sheet music. In fact, she though some might have spilled on the floor when she set it down. But she didn't even want to look. she wanted to hear the music, every not in the air, hanging like crystal until another took its place. She loved it, especially when she knew the beautiful music she heard was coming out of her violin. She loved hearing, it, and she wanted everyone else to hear it, too. So she took a short break, opening the window and having a snack before going back to her violin.

[Qiokkabee]

Luckily, I'm a violinist, mving on to advanced and asked to join Honor. I never joined but I still remain playing, and because I do, I was in for reading a story thtat is going very well so far <3

[water-witch]

Thank you! I have to admit, it's going better than I expected. ^^

[Qiokkabee]

Yesh.
Yesh
The entertainment. Stalk likes the enertainment. Did you know she was in for this? No...
anyways XD

[water-witch]

blah... writer's block.