((Alice Baker continued from Not My Tempo))
It was a state of trial and error. Fluctuating uncertainty.
The performance was simple enough; Alice knew every note, every permutation of her fingers drawing the bow across the strings. She knew exactly how the sound should be, where each note should connect to the next, and how the piece sounded if everything went right.
Of course, that was all theoretical. The piece had been written by an amateur, namely herself, so whether it worked was a different story.
Alice sat in her music chair which was just a wooden chair without armrests. Her eyes were open, contrary to the popular image of a violinist, because she needed to read the sheet of course. Her breath was slow, even, and controlled so as to keep her hands as steady as possible.
did it sound right? Were the sounds too high, low, unchanging? Did it swoop and fall like shed intended, or was it bland and flat? The recording would tell her, but so could her ears, right now. Did it feel good to play? Was it a cohesive piece?
Alice hoped so. Shed been writing music for only a short time, and it wasnt easy. She was certainly not a prodigy, but perhaps she was learning? This was her best work yet, or shed thought so. But she was almost done
As the speed climbed and the notes crested and the strings sang, Alice felt a pang in her chest, chills ran down her arms, and as she finished with a final strong note, she realized shed been holding her breath.
She smiled. Then; Alice! she froze. Molly was banging on her bedroom door, yelling her name. Startled, Alice carefully returned her violin to the case, and rushed over to the door, nearly stumbling in the process. Molly stood there, hands on her hips.
Alice. Mollys face wasnt angry, though. She seemed startled, surprised. Alices jolt of fright receded into confusion.
W-what is it, Molly? Alice looked up at her sister. They shared some things; both had the fine, blonde hair of their mother and the round face and short nose of their father. But Molly was tall and willowy, while Alice was petite, waiflike. She had strong, imposingly pretty features, clashing with Alice, who was almost childlike.
And of course, personality-wise, they couldnt be more different.
I wanted to say I liked your song. Thats all. Molly seemed to be missing her usual confidence, and Alice wasnt sure why. Still, she wasnt about to shrug off a compliment.
Oh! Thank you. I tried very hard. Alice smiled, and Molly smiled as well, just a little.
I noticed. Hey, I need a hand taking out the trash. Come help me. Mollys pushiness returned in short order, and Alice quickly hurried after her sister to help with the garbage cans.
ALICE BAKER: CONCLUDED
CONTINUED IN V6
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The area around Cochise High School is a quiet, sleepy place, composed almost entirely of small-to-medium-sized houses, with a couple apartment buildings on the far edges. The architecture of the area has a rustic feel to it, featuring lots of stucco and pastel colors, and many of the houses are extremely similar in floor plan due to being largely designed by one architect during a period of growth in the city, lending the area a feeling of sameness. The neighborhood exudes a friendly atmosphere between its twists and turns and tree-lined streets, and indeed the people in the area are known for their hospitality and welcoming nature to those around them, helping their neighbors out whenever necessary.
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Alice Baker (->Aura)
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