The Butler Warm
Arching my back I close my eyes and push the wooden bow down over the strings of my violin, a melodic sound reaching my ears as I played the first note that was upon the parchment in front of me.
"No, no, no bocchan, this will not do!" From the soft melody to a violent screech, the bow drops down to my side and I clench the handle in my hand firmly.
"Lift your head whilst you arch your back. Bring the instrument further up your shoulder and stand with a little more poise! We can't have you slouching, especially not when you have to perform in front of so many important guests." I bring the violin further up my shoulder and rest my chin at the base, taking a deep breath before standing up straight. The bow was in the air again and before I could play the first note, I was rudely interrupted yet again.
"Now stand with your legs apart slightly so that you're comfortable." Bu