Maverick Effect (Chapter 6)
Maverick stood on the empty stage. There was no one there. He held the Strad loosely. It was dark. It was an off day for everyone before they loaded up the buses and went off to the next city. He put the bow on the string and a single note came out clear and beautiful. His eyes shifted to the nearby shadows. He span quickly and threw the violin bow. The silver titanium point sunk easily into the concrete of the wall. Lily slowly moved out of the darkness and into the light, away from the bow that was quivering in the wall inches from where her face had been.
“What are you doing here? I asked to be left alone.” Maverick spoke low but clear.
Lily calmly pulled the bow out from the wall and walked over to Maverick. She handed him the bow, walked off a couple of feet and sat down on the stage.
“You’re alone too much. Sides, you still owe me a song.”
“You know as well as I do that I don’t play anymore.”
“I hear that over and over, but you never told me why. So why can’t I have my song.”
“Cause anytime I play when there’s not a rehersal or a show, it’s personal. And anytime it’s personal all the memories come back. Of every girl I’ve played for. Every last one was held spellbound when I played for them, every one. But once I stopped playing, the spell was broken, the moment over. And I was alone again. Just as I’m alone now. The spell is a different one, but once it’s broken I can assure you, they’ll all be gone. Every girl is spell bound not just by the music, but cause the damn media has made me into some kind of dark, brooding, mysterious, Jim Morrison type. But if all that suddenly went away. If I lost all the fame, the money, the publicity, everything, the spell would be broken and I would be forgotten once again. That’s why I never play and that’s why you don’t get that song.”
Maverick jumped down from the stage and walked off.
“Maverick!” Lily ran after him and stopped. She looked around, even held her breath to see if she could hear footsteps. He was completely gone. She sighed to herself,
“I hate it when he does that.”
-Damien