Maverick Effect (Chapter 5)

Maverick gripped the Strad tightly, the wood creaked with the strain before he realeased his grip.

“Angie…are we ready?”

“Waiting and ready Mav.”

Maverick nodded and span the bow a couple of times on his fingers before gripping it.

“Let’s go.”

He stepped out and the applause began. The crowd roared like the sea in a hurricane. It was show time. His gaze traveled over the crowd for a few seconds. He threw his arms up and fireworks burst on the stage behind him. The sound of the crowd rose to an almost deafening level. He flicked the bow a couple more times and then set it on string. He began to play. The energy, the level and rush of the music flowed through him. It felt like estacy. He dug harder into the strings. His volume increased, muting the crowd to his ears. It was just the music, he closed his eyes and threw back his head. He could feel it, a rush of euphoria. Raw and untamed. It threatened to swallow him whole. Sparks and light from the pyrotechnics flew around him. But the intensity of the music is what threatened to burn him. He held it in his grasp with each note, but it held him in its grasp with every emotion. It was like a pure white rainbow, the colors all mixed together until it was just one. It was all emotions and none. Rage and joy, pain and happiness, sadness and love. It all flowed through him, onto the violin and out to the crowd. It was held in the sway of his music. The combination of music, light, volume. It was awe inspiring, scary, and a sight to behold. Time lost all meaning. It was a second, an hour, a year, a century. It all lost its power in the face of the music. He was totally lost in it and knew exactly where he was. Slowly, the flow slowed down. The lights dimmed and there was darkness. The crowd roared again, but Maverick was already gone.

-Damien