Submitted by: Submitted by xoxoriley08
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Date Submitted: 04/18/2013 06:33 PM
It’s a Thursday night. At a time where most people are laying down their head for sleep or saying their silent prayers, Florentino Ariza prepares for the concert of his life. As he toils around inside the inside of an old storefront, which doubles as his mother old pawn shop and their house, he pauses to think. He stops, resting his hands on the case of his violin, and wonders. How long will it be until he doesn’t have to go out in the black of night to play for his love, Fermina Daza? Is he playing to show his love, or playing to earn her love? He shifts his weight and adjusts his thick-rimmed glasses.
He goes out every night to the top of the hill in the park where he first laid eyes on her and takes out his violin. As he rosins his bow, he starts to play beautiful waltz, “The Crowned Goddess”, composed specifically for her. The romantic and melancholy piece floats through the air like a breeze. He is envious of the music, because it gets to reach Fermina Daza’s ear, it gets to see the effect that it has on her, night after night. People lingering around on the streets or enjoying the evening breezes on the balcony are perplexed. They hear this music almost every night, but never know where it is coming from, who is playing it, or who its intended for. Everyone likes to think that the enigmatic musician is a figure sprung from the pages of a novel. That he’s a hero on a quest to soothe and woo them with the lovely melody flowing over them. The people aren’t wrong, but they are not right either. The truth is that he is a man, full of obsession and love, waiting for the tune that he is playing to reach Fermina in hopes that the love for him in her heart grows.
As he gets his thoughts together, he awakes from his romance-induced trance. Straightening his coat and adjusting his glasses yet again, he looks out the large panels of glass at the front of his house facing the street. If others were to know that he was the stranger serenading the town and dark, the...