Kneesocks 2018-19

The Violinist By Alice Song 5CY

As the soft piano playing continued, I sat down. I was in a gym with a whole school of people around me. My stomach had butterflies in them. Prayers was one of my favourite parts of the day.

The music came to a sudden end and nothing but silence filled the room. A man suddenly walked up wearing a bold black suit and tie.

“Hi everyone. My name is Jonathan and I am the concertmaster of second violins in the Toronto Symphony Orchestra. Before I tell you my story, I’m going to play a piece,” he said confidently.

He picked up a brown violin that was sitting on the piano. He set up and placed his bow on the string. The first note was struck. It cut right through the empty silence.

I felt something that I had rarely felt before. Awe. The music he played was like a knife cutting through the air. He was moving around to the melody while he was playing.

I thought he looked like an awesome professional—if only I could play like that. A wave of passion rippled through me as I heard the notes clash, collide and retreat. The music flowed over me and I sat there staring—my eyes as big as plates and my jaw dropping to touch the ground.

“Bravo!” a man called from the back when the piece ended. The audience clapped wildly and it was so loud that the room vibrated.

Right then and there, I knew I wanted to be just like him when I grow up. The journey is going to be rough, I thought, but I will try my best.

I kept a solemn face afterwards and tried not to show my awe. The amazing violinist bowed deeply before sitting down. This was one of the most enchanting moments of my life.

6  HAVERGAL COLLEGE