...Rags will understand this...
...the bond that forms between a musician and the instrument. I will go out on a limb, and say that there are things that we just do not understand in this world.
...There I was, a Frosh in HS, sitting last chair, second violin section, and was very despondate. I loved music, but didn't play the violin very well. There was only one cellist, and the teacher asked if anyone wanted to play the other cello that was laying on the floor. I looked at the instrument, laying on it's side...and...it was calling out to me. I stood, and walked to my case, and put my violin away, and picked up the cello.
...Of course, I sucked for two years, I barely knew how to hold it. But I loved it. I finally got my parents to pay for private lessons, and I bought a new cello. I practiced hard, and my mind focused on my school subjects. My mind woke up, and I did well in the science classes, and became the TA in chemistry. I got better at playing the cello, and was sad when I sold my cello, but was happy when I bought 'Katherine'. She is an old cello, and she loves me. She sized me up, and said, "Practice, girl, you won't regret it." I didn't regret it, I was a cello performance major for two years at Conservatory, and we played major works.
...Somehow, she focused my mind, and school was easy. I played and practiced, and she could get mean. I would practice, and sound horrible, and she would laugh. I would set her on my bed, and glare at her as I looked over the fingerings of a passage. But, that exercise taught me self discipline, and so I could sit, late at night, in the County Law Library and study, when I became a Lawyer.
...'Kathy' is in a 'hard case', and is in a corner of my bedroom. I need to get her out...and play again.
