Maestro - Calando

I went home that day with a huge smile on my face. Apollo knew how to make my day. I rest my head on the car seat, my oh my Apollo Harp. I closed my eyes and I remembered the memory of him saying "See you around." He was so formal sometimes, and his mood could change in a blink of an eye, man he was unpredictable.

Bruce took me home and brought my bags and gave it to Marla. They smiled politely to each other, and if I was so clueless, I would stare at them all day, but I knew they were secretly flirting with each other, and I didn't see why not, they were both single and available. I smiled and ran up the stairs to my bedroom, I slammed myself to the bed and breathed, what to do, what to do?

Marla knocked on the door, startling me from the brief rest,

Marla : Ms. Hallman, Your mother asks for you
Me : I'll be right there.
Marla : Yes, Ms. Hallman.

I stood up and checked myself on the mirror of my make up desk. My hair laid sleek and neat on each side. I need to tie it tomorrow! I said to myself. I combed it roughly with my hands and tapped hastily my skirt and shirt. I pulled my socks up and I was ready to meet my mother.
I knocked her bedroom door,

Me: Mother!
Mom : Viola, Darling, come in I'm in the shoe closet (yes, my parents' room was gigantic and full of closets)
Me: You called?
Mom : Yes, I need your presence tomorrow, we're going to practice for the winter performance
Me : Mom, I..
Mom : No Mom, I.. I don't want to hear any arguments!
Me  But, Mom!
Mom : Listen Viola, I don't want to hear it. You are going to play the Cello at the winter performance wether you like it or not.
Me : Yes, Mother.

My heart leaped to my mouth, I wanted to cry but I couldn't. I just didn't want to do it. I enjoyed playing the cello, but in front of a lot of people? The winter performance was the biggest performance of the year and it was highly anticipated. The mayor would be there, the city council, basically everyone in town. Crap! I just didn't want to.

I ran to my room and buried my face to pile of pillows on my bed, sniffling soft sobs. I turned to my back and remembered Apollo saying that I played beautifully. Apollo, why are you so nice?

***

A soft demanding voice scolded me behind the darkness, "Again!" he whacked my fingers with a long stick. I trembled while playing my Cello, I was blinded, the room was pitch black and I couldn't see a thing. All I could feel is my Cello bow, my cello, and the pain in my fingers. I stunk a note again, he was whacking my fingers harder "Again!" he shouted. I almost cry this time.  I never got hit by my teacher before, I never got this kind of treatment. I played the Cello again, I stunk the same note again and this time I felt my chin grabbed by strong able hands and it pulled my face so I stared up. Intense eyes were gazing at me indignantly, and I recognized it. It was golden brown sparkling eyes. Apollo's eyes.

I woke up breathing erratically, Geez. Why would Apollo taught me Cello? And why would he hit me?  I grabbed the alarm next to my bed, it was 3.30 am.  I closed my eyes and shook my head. Sleep Vi! Sleep! I tried to sleep again, but I couldn't. I was scared to go back to sleep.

***
I walked to my locker and opened it, secretly hoping that Apollo startled me again from behind. I grabbed my books and closed my locker, but nobody called. I gazed through the throng of people, no signs of Apollo.

I strolled to Physics class and a sudden tug from behind surprised me, Apollo! I turned around, smiling hopefully to see Apollo.

Daisy : Vi! Where have you been?
Me : Daisy! (speechless, utterly disappointed too)
Daisy : Come on! let's go to class!

We entered Mrs. Garcia's class, and there he was, leaning cooly on the wall gazing through the students passing him. His eyes were sharp and observant, I smiled at him, but he didn't smile back, instead he was staring at my impassively. His expression was unreadable. The bell rang and he closed the door. He sat down on the desk beside Mrs. Garcia's desk and watched Mrs. Garcia while I was completely distracted by his presence.

Mrs Garcia : Mr, Harp, could you please distributed the apparatus?

He stood up and grabbed the trays of apparatus. He reached my desk and Daisy's (we were partners).

Me : Hi, (I whispered slowly)
Apollo : (He looked at me, saying nothing, just staring, his face was stern and rigid)

My heart sunk into the deep blue ocean, he acted as if he didn't know me, at all. He ignored me, he ignored every bit of me. My heart went Calando, dying and fading away. How could he do this to me? How could he brought my hopes up and crushed it in a blip of second. What did I do? Have I done something wrong? Apollo??