Monday, February 26, 2007
Rant over...post deleted. Hehe.. No offense to others. Continue your sweet testimonials. They really ARE sweet. I do love reading them. I truly am a hopeless romantic. I dream of my knight in shining amour...with roses...and sweet messages sent by pigeons.
I'm not kidding. Got to love the pigeons.
Just these two people I know ah.... *shakes head*.. Too public already. It affected so many people in a really not good way. And I got mad. Doesn't happen often, I assure you. I'm a nice person. :)
So today I had an violin audition. It went well. I'll be playing for the year end concert. Yay...
Anyway, when I was going home...I was half dreading the bus ride home because around that time ( it was about 4 thirty ) the buses are really full. Where am I supposed to put my violin?
So, the bus came. My heart sank at the amount of people in it. After ticketing, I staggered ( the bus was moving ) to the first empty seat I saw. Beside that empty seat was this gorgeous looking guy. Australian, definitely. Short blond hair, pool blue eyes ( I know because he looked at me when I sat down ), fantastic profile, chiseled features ( like those Greek statues ).
All that registered in my mind in the 3 seconds it took for me to get to the seat.
I slipped in the violin case and squished myself in the seat. He was in the window seat. I was on his left. I didn't dare put the violin in the aisle because someone might trip. So it was him, violin, me. I was half off my seat because of the violin. It was still within my seat area, so it was ok. My legs were in the aisle but I drew them up as close as possible.
"Why can't you put that thing in front?" I heard him say in a rather miffed voice.
I looked at him meekly. "I'm sorry. I can't."
"And why not?"
Because it cost near 10 grand! "Um, I'm afraid someone might take it."
"Well, you ought to be glad that someone would take it. Ugly thing it is."
Silence from me.
"It's touching me."
I looked. The edge of the handle was grazing the crease of his jeans.
"Sorry." I folded the handle.
"Ew."
I got annoyed. "It's a handle. It's not going to kill you."
"What is it?"
"It's a violin."
"Oh, you play?"
"Yes. At Adelaide U."
"Put your violin in front. It's cramping me."
"It's not even in your seat area." By this time, I was nearly falling off my seat making space for the violin.
"Get rid off it."
I stared at him. Then looked away.
"Ignoring me?"
Silence.
"Fine."
Silence.
My bus stop was number 5. At stop number 4, I turned to him and said sarcastically, "Well, you won't have to suffer anymore. My stop's next."
"Good."
I look away.
"Hey."
I turn. "What?"
"Sorry I was a jerk. I had a bad day."
"That's no excuse."
"I'm sorry. I'll make it up to you. Can I have your number? Let's meet up for lunch or something."
I stare at him unbelievingly. "What?"
"We should get to know each other."
The bus stops. I get up with my violin. "You should really work on your first impression."
"Does that mean I get your number?"
"No."
I take two steps. Then he said, "We'll see each other again, you know."
"And why is that?"
"I just know."
"Well, you'd better be wrong, because I can't stand it if I ever meet you again."
He smiles. "My name's Jeff, by the way."
I turn away. "Bye, Jeff."
"What's your name?" I hear him call.
I look back without turning. "Dream on, Jeff." I blow him a kiss.
the beauty exposed ;
