The Musician
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Category:
Individual Celebrities › Orlando Bloom
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
13
Views:
2,260
Reviews:
7
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
This is a work of fiction. I do not know Orlando Bloom. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
The Musician
THE MUSICIAN
by
FALINE
Chapter 1 - A Lonely Night
The woman pushed out of the practice hall with a wary sigh as a gust of icy wind hit her square in the face. She ignored the cold as best as she could and pulled her coat around her neck tighter. The bundle of paper and wood was clutched tighter as she ventured away from the relative safe building and into the night.
She was pushed sideways by the wind, and she muttered under her breath about the warmth of Georgia in December. Hannah Markham did not like the wind. She didn't like walking either, but after only two months of living and working in London, she could not afford a car yet. And trying to bicycle through four inches of snow with a violin in hand was foolhardy.
The world around her was quiet. Three days until Christmas. Three days until she would be alone, just like every other day in her uneventful life. She laughed as a thought skipped across her mind. 'You're married to your instrument dear. You have no time for a relationship, or afriefriend, or a life.'
She scowled. 'Shut up you or I'll poke you with a q-tip.' Her brain fell to silence and she trudged on ward.
The footsteps started behind her about three blocks away from the school where she gave violin lessons from six to eight to underprivileged children. Risking a glance over her shoulder, Hannah was a little worried to find a tall, bulky man was following her. She sped up a notch, making it look like she was cold. The footsteps behind her also came faster and her mind whirled.
The closest safe haven would be the pub on the next block. She could see the entrance and it looked crowded. This was a very good thing. She started to walk faster, almost running now. The footsteps came faster. She practically flew across the road. She could hear her pursuer actually running now and she was right about to enter the pool of light around the pub door, when a foot reached out, and tripped her.
Crying out, she went down hard, falling fast first into a pile of snow. The man was on her in an instant, and she was sure that he would rape her. He didn't though. He reached for her violin. He obviously knew where the wealth was. Hannah screamed, trying desperately to hold on to her instrument. Her grip was failing though, and the snow she had fell in made the metal and painted wood that much harder to hold on to.
With a final grunting pull, the man wretched the violin from Hannah trembling grip, and took off down the block.
Hannah watched him go, and get as far as the pub when the door was thrown open, right in his face. The man fell backwards, falling flat on his ass, and sending the case into the air.
!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!
Orlando shivered the second the cold night air touched his skin. One of his buddies laughed at some random joke, and pushed Orlando against the door, hard, causing it to fly outward into the night. All five guys in the group heard the dull thud and were pushed back by the momentum of a collision into the door. Pushing against the wood again, Orlando stepped onto the sidewalk.
A man had run into the door.
Kneeling next to the fallen man, Orlando called for him repeatedly, but silence greeted him repeatedly. He heard a crunch in the street, then a sob. He looked up at a woman, who had ran out into the road, crying over what appeared to be a box. The thought that she was crazy ran through his mind as she started to scream like a lunatic and grab at a stack of papers that had been blown into the dark.
A light distracted Orlando and he looked down the street. There was a car coming. His gaze flew back to the woman, who was still carrying on like it was the end of the world. There was a car coming. He could tell she didn't notice. There was a car coming.
He tried to form the words in his mouth, but they died in his mouth. Rising, he took a step towards the curb. This time, he was able to get out a shout. The woman quieted and looked at him, but not really seeing him. Then, she turned her head, and saw the car.
'Deer in headlights. Deer in headlights. Splat and you're dead'. The woman was frozen with fear. Orlando shouted again, but her gaze was glued to the car bearing down on her. Didn't the driver see her!? She was in the middle of the fucking street!
Orlando took another step. She wasn't moving and the car wasn't stopping. Acting on adrenaline only, he shot into the bright head lights and grabbed the woman around the waist. She screamed and started to struggled.
Orli pulled them both back just in time to see the car whiz by, missing their feet by inches. There was a grotesque crunch as the left tires hit the box. The woman let out another wail, and pulled herself from Orli's arms, frantically tearing at the snow and ice in the street.
"MY VIOLIN!!" It was a heartwrenching sob, and Orlando had the feeling that there was much more than a box in the middle of the road.
"Miss? Miss are you alright?" Orlando took a few steps towards her with an outstretched hand.
Her head whipped around. She looked like she had just lost her mother, or her favorite dog. Tears ran down her cheeks. She looked past him though, to the sidewalk. Orlando turned his head as well. The man that had hit the door was gone. Her eyes flew to the road once again.
"Ohgodohgodohgodmyviolinmyviolin!" She was standing next to him now, her hands clenched in fists at her side. Orlando shook his head, a bit scared of the woman in front of him. But even in his slight fear, he had to admit that she was a beautiful woman with a small nose and a generous mouth. It was too dark to make out the rest of her features, but her had the distinct impression that he wouldn't mind finding out what she looked like.
The woman turned and ran down the street before Orlando could get any words past his lips. He watched her go, more than a little confused. Turning back to the street, he quickly went and bent over the 'box'. There were papers here and there. Picking one up, he saw that it was a piece of music with the words 'Property of the London Syphony' stamped on them. One of his friends grabbed his shoulder, pulling him up.
"Come on Orlando. If we don't get you out of here soon, someone's gonna recognize you and we'll be late for Sam's birthday." Orlando looked back at Jason, his sister's boyfriend, and nodded. Pocketing the paper, the thoughts of the woman and her violin were pushed back.
by
FALINE
Chapter 1 - A Lonely Night
The woman pushed out of the practice hall with a wary sigh as a gust of icy wind hit her square in the face. She ignored the cold as best as she could and pulled her coat around her neck tighter. The bundle of paper and wood was clutched tighter as she ventured away from the relative safe building and into the night.
She was pushed sideways by the wind, and she muttered under her breath about the warmth of Georgia in December. Hannah Markham did not like the wind. She didn't like walking either, but after only two months of living and working in London, she could not afford a car yet. And trying to bicycle through four inches of snow with a violin in hand was foolhardy.
The world around her was quiet. Three days until Christmas. Three days until she would be alone, just like every other day in her uneventful life. She laughed as a thought skipped across her mind. 'You're married to your instrument dear. You have no time for a relationship, or afriefriend, or a life.'
She scowled. 'Shut up you or I'll poke you with a q-tip.' Her brain fell to silence and she trudged on ward.
The footsteps started behind her about three blocks away from the school where she gave violin lessons from six to eight to underprivileged children. Risking a glance over her shoulder, Hannah was a little worried to find a tall, bulky man was following her. She sped up a notch, making it look like she was cold. The footsteps behind her also came faster and her mind whirled.
The closest safe haven would be the pub on the next block. She could see the entrance and it looked crowded. This was a very good thing. She started to walk faster, almost running now. The footsteps came faster. She practically flew across the road. She could hear her pursuer actually running now and she was right about to enter the pool of light around the pub door, when a foot reached out, and tripped her.
Crying out, she went down hard, falling fast first into a pile of snow. The man was on her in an instant, and she was sure that he would rape her. He didn't though. He reached for her violin. He obviously knew where the wealth was. Hannah screamed, trying desperately to hold on to her instrument. Her grip was failing though, and the snow she had fell in made the metal and painted wood that much harder to hold on to.
With a final grunting pull, the man wretched the violin from Hannah trembling grip, and took off down the block.
Hannah watched him go, and get as far as the pub when the door was thrown open, right in his face. The man fell backwards, falling flat on his ass, and sending the case into the air.
!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!
Orlando shivered the second the cold night air touched his skin. One of his buddies laughed at some random joke, and pushed Orlando against the door, hard, causing it to fly outward into the night. All five guys in the group heard the dull thud and were pushed back by the momentum of a collision into the door. Pushing against the wood again, Orlando stepped onto the sidewalk.
A man had run into the door.
Kneeling next to the fallen man, Orlando called for him repeatedly, but silence greeted him repeatedly. He heard a crunch in the street, then a sob. He looked up at a woman, who had ran out into the road, crying over what appeared to be a box. The thought that she was crazy ran through his mind as she started to scream like a lunatic and grab at a stack of papers that had been blown into the dark.
A light distracted Orlando and he looked down the street. There was a car coming. His gaze flew back to the woman, who was still carrying on like it was the end of the world. There was a car coming. He could tell she didn't notice. There was a car coming.
He tried to form the words in his mouth, but they died in his mouth. Rising, he took a step towards the curb. This time, he was able to get out a shout. The woman quieted and looked at him, but not really seeing him. Then, she turned her head, and saw the car.
'Deer in headlights. Deer in headlights. Splat and you're dead'. The woman was frozen with fear. Orlando shouted again, but her gaze was glued to the car bearing down on her. Didn't the driver see her!? She was in the middle of the fucking street!
Orlando took another step. She wasn't moving and the car wasn't stopping. Acting on adrenaline only, he shot into the bright head lights and grabbed the woman around the waist. She screamed and started to struggled.
Orli pulled them both back just in time to see the car whiz by, missing their feet by inches. There was a grotesque crunch as the left tires hit the box. The woman let out another wail, and pulled herself from Orli's arms, frantically tearing at the snow and ice in the street.
"MY VIOLIN!!" It was a heartwrenching sob, and Orlando had the feeling that there was much more than a box in the middle of the road.
"Miss? Miss are you alright?" Orlando took a few steps towards her with an outstretched hand.
Her head whipped around. She looked like she had just lost her mother, or her favorite dog. Tears ran down her cheeks. She looked past him though, to the sidewalk. Orlando turned his head as well. The man that had hit the door was gone. Her eyes flew to the road once again.
"Ohgodohgodohgodmyviolinmyviolin!" She was standing next to him now, her hands clenched in fists at her side. Orlando shook his head, a bit scared of the woman in front of him. But even in his slight fear, he had to admit that she was a beautiful woman with a small nose and a generous mouth. It was too dark to make out the rest of her features, but her had the distinct impression that he wouldn't mind finding out what she looked like.
The woman turned and ran down the street before Orlando could get any words past his lips. He watched her go, more than a little confused. Turning back to the street, he quickly went and bent over the 'box'. There were papers here and there. Picking one up, he saw that it was a piece of music with the words 'Property of the London Syphony' stamped on them. One of his friends grabbed his shoulder, pulling him up.
"Come on Orlando. If we don't get you out of here soon, someone's gonna recognize you and we'll be late for Sam's birthday." Orlando looked back at Jason, his sister's boyfriend, and nodded. Pocketing the paper, the thoughts of the woman and her violin were pushed back.