Nell Silverberg-Brecker (![]() ![]() @ 2010-01-07 22:33:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-06-29 |
Violin playing is a physical art with great traditions behind it.
Who: Nell and Open to Anyone
When: Afternoon-ish
Where: Park
It had been a total of five days she'd spent inside, no more then a glance out the window before rolling back into bed. There were periods when she felt almost normal, the hole on her chest momentarily covered so she could breath and move without any pain. It wasn't physical, hadn't been for a while but the echoes of it still existed and when she felt like that, which she had the past week, she didn't like moving. With an almost determined edge, she sat up in bed that morning, intending on pulling herself out of her emotional hole. Nell forced a smile on her face that she didn't feel, picked up her violin and acquainted herself with the strings and the movement, smiling again. This time it as real, she felt it this time, even if it was small twinge.
Showering, eating and dressing herself, Nell packed up her violin and walked purposefully toward the park. The day was hot, the sky grey and with a wry smile she thought it fit her current mood. Parking herself behind a few trees, Nell sawed away at the strings, testing them and warming up before transitioning smoothly into Caprice No. 5. Her fingers only fumbled a few times and she restarted every time, only getting slightly annoyed. After all, it had been five days since she'd last played.