I looked down. Not realising that she was holding my fathers violin.
“Hey, isn't it Uncle's violin.”
“Don’t touch it, it's very important to me. Please.”
“If an intelligent and elegant girl as me can't hold it, what right do you have, Lora?”
“I-”
“I see. This violin looks quite pretty, I'll play it then.” As she said this my anger was crossing the limits. But there was nothing I could do. My mother was borrowing money and my uncle was contributing a lot. It'd be difficult if I made a fuss.
“Okay then let me have a try! Heh.”
But...And there she began. A totally different side of me. I'm shy, I can't stand on stage, I get nervous, I'm clumsy. There are thousands of reasons that make me back off not a single one for me to stay...I just need one reason for me to…
“Hey it's so much noisy in here, like hell who is playing so emotionlessly?”
“A-aaaraaannn???!!” He came again, why? And can't he use the door to come in...why does he always make a window entry?
“Hey, who are you to tell….me…?” She suddenly stopped. Her eyes changed in an instance, her confidence changed to gloominess. I've never seen her in such a condition before. But how?
“So where's your confidence now? To top it all you didn't have one in the first place.” he continued
“Who are you? I don't even know you, how can you say that I don't have confidence?!” She hesitated and said.
“Well it's easy. I didn't have to say much and the rest was known from your answer. You were so frustrated when you said that.” He replied.
First of all, why did he come back? Secondly, why the hell is he helping me?
“Lora, I dunno who this guy is but you better not let this happen again. I'm going back to my room!” she slammed the door and went.
“...Wai....t, agh, why are you here?”
“The old man's still there.” He pointed down and said with an innocent face.
“You know what you did?”
“Told the truth. She had no feeling in that tune.”
“(Holding back my laugh.) Whatever, at least it was better than mine.”
“I’ll give you a life of advice. You have something that no one has.”
“Huh what do you mean..?” I looked at my fathers violin, and then looked back. And yeah, he was gone.
“Who is he, exactly?”
“Lora Francis?!” Just so that you all should know. My mom always shouts my full name when she's incredibly angry.
“Oo oh.” I ran downstairs.
“W-what happened mom…?” she sat in the chair, her legs on top of each other and hands folded.
“So...you have something to tell me.”
“Ahaha-ha-ha….”
“Stop with that laughter! Are you a ghost?”
“No...”
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