The Violinist, chapter 3: Securing the Date
Chapter three: Securing the Date
"I lost myself in lies,
And in truth I found myself again."
There was something in her room. Or someone, Vezi wasn't sure.
There was this presence. She tried to ignore it, getting her violin out of the case and setting the music stand up. Maybe she'd compose later, but first she wanted to play an Etude, to warm up.
She started playing one of Paganini's Caprices, the notes strict and severe. She almost lost herself in the music, but as she was playing, she was interrupted halfway through the piece by a movement in the corner of her vision. She straightened her neck and put her violin down. "The fuck?"
Vezi stood up slowly, turning around and scanning her room. She squinted at the corner of her bookshelf: something was behind her copy of Circe, that she hadn't picked up since she'd been basically forced out of that booth on Wednesday. She decided to check it out.
Vezi advanced, her body tense. She tilted her head to get a better angle. But when she grabbed Circe, nothing was behind it. Her body slumped and she sighed in relief. It was nothing, thankfully. She put Circe back and sat back down and picked up her violin, not noticing the rustle on the bookshelf. And with a satisfied mind, she began playing.
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"Are you going to the Harvest Festival?"
Vezi frowned. "Xavier, what are you doing here. We're not friends." Said guy raised an eyebrow. "Okay, I won't engage in conversation, because that's so impolite -"
"Not as if I have a choice to go," Vezi continued. Xavier sat down, smug. "Attendance is mandatory." Vezi sighed. "Are you?" "Not as if I have a choice," Xavier mocked jokingly. "Yeah, of course. Going with Mel? Or Wednesday?" He wiggled his eyebrows at the mention of Wednesday. Vezi scoffed. "As if. She won't let anyone tell her if she has to or doesn't have to go. Have you seen her?" She crossed her arms. "Besides, Mel has a date."
"With who?" Vezi shrugged. "Don't know. She didn't mention anyone by name. Vampire, I think." Xavier pulled his sketchbook out of his bag, together with his grey pencil case. "But you should ask her out. Wednesday, I mean." "So you can tell Enid about it and have her spread gossip around the school?" Vezi asked snidely. "No, because I have the feeling she'd say yes," Xavier argued.
"Who'd say yes?" Vezi jumped. "Jesus Christ, Enid. Don't scare me like that."
Enid was standing next to her, her face beaming. Xavier smiled mischievously - Vezi's smile dropped completely. "Xavier, no-"
"Wednesday Addams," he said, the shit-eating grin on his face spreading even wider. Enid turned to Vezi. "So it's actually true?" she asked excitedly, already pulling her phone out, presumably to start a vlog. "You have a crush on my roomie?"
Vezi shushed her. "No," she hissed. "Xavier's convinced that I do, and the Paint-It-Black incident didn't help either." Enid's eyes sparkled. "Oh, you're in denial, Vez. Ask her!" "Don'tpressureme into asking her out," Vezi said. She pursed her lips. "Hypothetically, though, if I were to, do you know where she'd probably be right now?" "Iknewit," Enid whispered under her breath. "Yeah, of course. Pretty sure it's her "writing hour". You know where our dorm is, right?" Vezi smiled. "Yeah, thanks. I'm gonna, uh, send a letter to my mom. Yeah, totally. See ya." Once she was out of earshot, Xavier whispered to Enid, "Whipped." She could only nod.
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Vezi couldn't bring herself to do it.
She was standing in front of Enid and Wednesday's room, even the door intimidating her. She raised her hand to knock, but before she could, the door swung open. Wednesday glared up at her.
"What do you want?" she asked. Vezi's words got stuck in her throat. "Well," she started, "you know how the harvest festival's this weekend?" Wednesday narrowed her eyes. "The celebration of a tradition that hasn't been upheld for years because of the rise of industrialism." She was silent for a second. "Yes, I do."
Vezi flexed her hand as it hung by her side. "I was wondering if you'd like to go with me. Just Saturday evening or something - I'll try not to be too annoying." She chuckled nervously. Wednesday blinked. "You don't have to-"
"I'll go with you." Vezi was baffled. "Really?" A glint appeared in her eyes. Wednesday tilted her head. "Yes." "I can meet you there, if you'd like. Just in the evening, or if you want to go earlier, that's fine too-" She stopped herself. "Right. Try not to be too annoying. Ten o'clock?" "I'll see you then. Goodbye." And she shut the door.
Vezi blinked at the shut door, then started walking to her dorm, a grin on her face. She punched the air. "Fuckyeah.
I got a date for the Harvest Festival."
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It was just starting to rain outside when Vezi made Wednesday Addams appear.
Well, she didn't make the real Wednesday appear. She made a hallucination-like version of Wednesday appear.
She was playing an instrumental version of 'traitor' on her violin when the image appeared. First she didn't notice, because it had appeared behind her. Vezi's shoulders tensed when she felt a tap on them - maybe that thing from earlier? She relaxed when she saw it was see-through, but tensed again at the idea that she'd made Wednesday appear with the song 'traitor'.
Before she thought it through, she stopped playing. The image remained. "Hello Vezi," it said - she said. Vezi frowned. "Who will you betray?" The apparition ignored her question. "Goodbye," it said. And with that, it disappeared.
"Weird," Vezi muttered. Her music didn't lie. The rain pitter-pattered on the window as thoughts whirled inside her head. Wednesday wouldn't betray her, would she? Probably just mommy issues or something. Who cared? It wasn't important. Vezi sighed and put her violin away.
She heard the rattling of the lock on the door and looked up. Mel opened the door, striding in. "Listen, Vez, when I ask you things, you tell me the truth." "What?" "This morning, you were all like, 'oh of course I don't like Wednesday! she scares me!" She threw her bag on her bed. "And now you asked her out?" Vezi rolled her eyes. "Who told you that?" "It's difficult to keep gossip away from Enid when it's about her roomie, idiot." Well, okay, case closed. "Right."
"So, Harvest festival," Mel restarted, closing the door. "You're going with Wednesday. Like, don't get murdered? I don't know. At least you're not in your stewing-over-Yoko-phase anymore, I guess." "I won't get murdered just because I'm with Wednesday," Vezi said, then she chuckled. "Maybe hospitalized. That'd be interesting."
"I'm not paying your hospital bills," Mel quipped. Vezi narrowed her eyes playfully. "Damn you, I was counting on you, my poor friend who can't afford healthcare, to pay for mine." She dramatically held a hand to her forehead. "And what will I now do?" "I won't pay for your funeral either, sorry about that." "I have parents to pay for that, Mel." "Right." "You're an idiot." "Like you aren't."
"Right."
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