Post by VICTORIA GRACE WATSON on Nov 2, 2013 20:01:28 GMT -5
High School Senior Victoria and her outfit for the symphony
Victoria was happy she'd been able to buy herself and her mom tickets for Mothers' Day to go see "Pathetique" at the Whittimore Theatre. The students at her boarding school had been given a few days off to go spend the break with their mothers, so Victoria had flown into Rhode Island to visit her mom and take her to a symphony. Victoria loved classical music and she had her mother to thank for that: every time she was home she'd hear the genre being played around the house. In boarding school she'd gotten a bit sick of classical music because instead of a bell there would be snippets of a symphony playing to let the students know when class was out, but deep down Victoria still loved a good symphony. Plus she hadn't heard her mother's favorite one in a long time so she was excited to go hear it. It also gave her a great excuse to dress up in formal garb, it was one of her favorite things to do. But while she sat and listened to the music, she couldn't help but feel a sense of dread and loss at certain moments. She knew her mother would tell her it was because the music was being played so well and she was supposed to feel it, but it felt too real, like something would happen to her far in the future. However she told herself she was worrying too much so she enjoyed the symphony.
The music had lifted her up and dropped her, then lifted her back up again. It had been a wonderful experience and Victoria was glad she'd gone. Most of her fellow classmates would have been bored to tears, but that's where Victoria was older for her years and much more classy; again she had her mom to thank for that. She'd been looking through her opera glasses that she'd insisted on bringing and a certain trombone player caught her eye. It took her awhile to notice that she kept looking at him through the glasses and when she realized it she blushed and looked away, glad that she was so high up. Despite the happiness Victoria was feeling she was tired and ready to go home. However her mother ran into an old friend and decided to chat, so Victoria was stuck with nothing to do. After waiting for a long time Victoria grew restless so she asked her mom for the keys to the car. Thankfully she got them and was soon making her way to the parking lot. There were hardly any cars left, a sign that they'd stayed really late. She even saw some of the orchestra members leaving. As she looked for the car she wasn't aware of who was around her and she bumped into someone and saw papers fly.
"Ah! Oh no! I'm so sorry! Here, let me help you," she said as she reached down to grab the papers. She was blushing furiously. How immature she'd been! She was a senior in high school, about to go to college, and she hadn't been looking where she was going like some middle schooler.
Victoria was happy she'd been able to buy herself and her mom tickets for Mothers' Day to go see "Pathetique" at the Whittimore Theatre. The students at her boarding school had been given a few days off to go spend the break with their mothers, so Victoria had flown into Rhode Island to visit her mom and take her to a symphony. Victoria loved classical music and she had her mother to thank for that: every time she was home she'd hear the genre being played around the house. In boarding school she'd gotten a bit sick of classical music because instead of a bell there would be snippets of a symphony playing to let the students know when class was out, but deep down Victoria still loved a good symphony. Plus she hadn't heard her mother's favorite one in a long time so she was excited to go hear it. It also gave her a great excuse to dress up in formal garb, it was one of her favorite things to do. But while she sat and listened to the music, she couldn't help but feel a sense of dread and loss at certain moments. She knew her mother would tell her it was because the music was being played so well and she was supposed to feel it, but it felt too real, like something would happen to her far in the future. However she told herself she was worrying too much so she enjoyed the symphony.
The music had lifted her up and dropped her, then lifted her back up again. It had been a wonderful experience and Victoria was glad she'd gone. Most of her fellow classmates would have been bored to tears, but that's where Victoria was older for her years and much more classy; again she had her mom to thank for that. She'd been looking through her opera glasses that she'd insisted on bringing and a certain trombone player caught her eye. It took her awhile to notice that she kept looking at him through the glasses and when she realized it she blushed and looked away, glad that she was so high up. Despite the happiness Victoria was feeling she was tired and ready to go home. However her mother ran into an old friend and decided to chat, so Victoria was stuck with nothing to do. After waiting for a long time Victoria grew restless so she asked her mom for the keys to the car. Thankfully she got them and was soon making her way to the parking lot. There were hardly any cars left, a sign that they'd stayed really late. She even saw some of the orchestra members leaving. As she looked for the car she wasn't aware of who was around her and she bumped into someone and saw papers fly.
"Ah! Oh no! I'm so sorry! Here, let me help you," she said as she reached down to grab the papers. She was blushing furiously. How immature she'd been! She was a senior in high school, about to go to college, and she hadn't been looking where she was going like some middle schooler.