The Violinist and the German

She had tried to walk at a considerable amount but it didn’t seem to matter. She was late and there was no way that she was going to make up the time. Her left hand held the handle of her violin case as she walked into the elevator. Alas she wasn’t the only person to enter which meant that whoever this person was, they were probably going to push for another floor. By the time Anna arrived at the right floor, she was going to be later than she realized. Cursing in Spanish, she saw as stranger’s finger did in fact touch another floor.

After a few minutes, Anna was yet again alone. She adjusted her thick framed glasses which hid her face for the most part. Anna was never one of those women that showed their body. Now she had her hair up in a bun and a conservative suit, the jacket buttoned up. Though she wasn’t a business woman in any way whatsoever, she still felt that she should have a professional appearance. She searched through the pocket and got out the apartment number as the doors came open. Anna picked up her violin and left the elevator, walking through the halls of the floor until she finally reached the door and knocked a few times.

Anna knew nothing of this person, just that she was a woman. She had been all over the city with her clients ranging from a 6 year-old to a 60 year-old. Everyone seemed to want to learn the violin. It didn’t hurt that she was trained at Juilliard. Anna watched as the door opened and saw an aging man. He looked at her up and down as if checking her out before giving her a rather cruel grimace.

“You are late,” he spoke with a rough growl with unnerved Anna quite a lot. Anna stood her ground though and looked up into his cruel eyes.

“I was caught in traffic,” Anna answered.

The man nodded his head once and stepped aside. Anna walked into the apartment in silence. She had started to walk as the door closed and waited for him. Without speaking he hobbled ahead of her and she followed him until they came to a huge room with a few fancy sofas along the walls. The floor didn’t have any carpets but hardwood floors and was dimly lit. Anna put her violin on one of the sofas as she looked around. To the corner was a chest which Anna looked at curiously.

“She will be with you soon.”

Anna turned around after hearing him speak but realized that he was already walking away. Anna was glad of that as the man scared her. She went to her violin case, her back to the door. She opened the case, slightly bending down as she took out her violin and its bow, adjusting it and placing the rosin on the strings. Anna didn’t like doing this at all. She had never imagined that her time at Juilliard would turn into her giving complete strangers violin lessons. Anna had always imagined that she would be playing with a celloist like Yo-Yo Ma or a fellow violist like Hillary Hawn in some sold out concert in Vienna’s Burg Theater. That was before she got pregnant and gave birth to a deaf son. Anna had always laughed at the irony. She didn’t laugh for long as she realized that she couldn’t have a career while taking care of a little boy. Then her mother, who had always supported Anna with her music, suffered a stroke. As her brother Daniel was so strung up on drugs to help, it was up to Anna to care for her sick mother and take care of a deaf son. So she was stuck giving lessons to people who rarely understood the true beauty of music. She had even been having problems with most people who seemed to want to gawk at her body and give lewd comments then care about learning to play the violin, which angered Anna even more.
Anna was so busy in her thoughts that she didn’t even hear the door open or someone enter until she was finished putting the rosin on her strings. Anna had stood up and put the violin and bow on top of each other and turned around. She soon saw a middle aged woman sit down and cross her legs, watching Anna intently. Anna looked back at her. The woman looked to be in her early 40s, her blonde hair falling down past her shoulders, graying a little. She was wearing a long flowing yet curvy dress with no shoes on. The thing that Anna noticed was that she had rather long fingers and long fingernails. The woman smiled at Anna, looking her up and down as if undressing her with her eyes, something that unnerved Anna.

“I hope old Roger wasn’t that mean,” she spoke with a German accent which Anna wasn’t expecting. In fact it took Anna a while to even answer which the woman seemed to find endearing. She stood up and walked to Anna so that she was about a foot from her. Her eyes trailed to Anna’s neck which was exposed slightly in the center.

“No ma’am,” Anna lied, not sure how to take the woman staring at her like she was.

“Not only are you quite pretty but you’re a liar too,” she had a dangerous tone to her voice which Anna wasn’t sure how to take. The woman moved closer, so close that Anna felt this woman’s breath on her neck.