C(H)ARÁCTER
The second violin he passed me, had a bright and metallic
varnish and so, a sound. It was static and rigid. That gave
me some reasons to think I was not going to find “The violin”
that day. I asked Carlo desperately:
-“Do you have any more violins?”-“I am sorry, Mr. Scarlatti; those were the two new
instruments I received”-.
My heart and hopes were broken into little pieces. Maybe I
was not corresponded to buy a new violin The fact is that I
was already tired of trying and try ing to get my instrument.
Fifteen years! This attempt overflowed the glass. I almost
broke in tears, but something happened I saw something I
had never seen before.
In one dark corner I observed a dark, dusty and mysterious
violin that was “attracting” me. In that moment I asked
rapidly:
-“What is that violin?!”I said, pointing out to the corner.
-“Ahhh ! That´s an old instrument that has been in my
family since five generations ago I have actually never
played it. Do you want ?
Suddenly and without thinking I said:
-“Yes!”When my hand was approaching the violin I heard
something; a hoarse voice. It told me:
-“Play the instrument”.I did it and I am repentant of that.
When I took it, I put my chin on it and played the “Concerto
in G minor” by the great Italian baroque composer Antonio
Vivaldi. I performed the first ten bars and I felt.. I felt this was
my violin. Just before I could speak my first word, I felt dizzy.
Suddenly, I fainted. Two seconds later I woke up, but I didn´t
feel the same. Swiftly, I heard a voice that said to me:
-“Are you ok, son?”70