I was looking for more violin players for our end-of-year orchestral shown when you appeared on our doorstep and offered to help.
Being the passionate leader that I was, I treated all my musicians as equally and uniquely important to my eyes. Taught you the arts, seeing you as an individual, not as a pawn.
In the middle of our rehearsals, one day, you came up to me and asked for your leave, because you had other more compulsory obligations and could not cope with everything. I understood, because I am human and you too, and let you go.
A side musical competition came up soon after, one that I did not find important but which my team mates did, thus we gave it much attention too.
On the day of the competition, as my orchestra was setting up, I saw you… on the other side of the stage, armed with your brand new violin, side to side with the opposing team.
You were so proud that you won and we lost.
I focused my orchestra back into the end-of-year show, and the latter was in fact a success. By that time I had forgotten all about you. People leave and people change.
The day you broke my heart was the day you came back to me.
Your orchestra had now a higher position than ours. You came to me to ask for my help for a future musical project. In other words, you needed slaves to do your work, because as the winning team, you would not dare degrade yourself to our standards.
The real truth was that you knew absolutely nothing about being in an orchestra, but you aimed for fame and royalty and here you are on top.
I have no choice but to fake a genuine innocent smile and abide by your wishes. My orchestra is under yours.
If not, I would have taken my orchestra in my own fall. And my orchestra is what I care for the most in life. I had to swallow my pride and my broken heart for the sake of my orchestra, its reputation and mobility. I had to close my eyes and let it go, for my orchestra to float up.
You had given me a unique opportunity for my orchestra, one I could not refuse.
An Evil Nymph.