The song Lenny learned was so beautiful that it deserved to be played as long as the night allowed, and Lenny’s gifted hands did not disappoint. Yet, their time together had to end. Uncle Tim had to get back to his hotel as he was on tour; playing his violin to packed concert halls around the country. As the shuttle bus honked announcing its arrival to pick him up, Uncle Tim turned to his nephew and handed him a large and very familiar case. Tim peered out the doorway and signaled for the shuttle driver to wait a few minutes longer to watch Lenny open the case. With great anticipation the young boy lifted the lid. Nestled inside was a worn but completely perfect violin. He fixed his gaze at the instrument so intently that he did not realize that his uncle was saying his final goodbyes.
The thud of the sliding shuttle door snapped Lenny out of his trance. Lenny silently waved as his uncle stepped into the van with the door sliding shut behind him. The young boy read the note that his uncle had left behind.
This is the first violin grandpa bought for me. I want you to have it. You’ve been practicing for 3 years now. It’s time that my favorite violinist in the world owned his own violin. Here’s my iPad. You can have it as long as you watch the video on it to master our new song. Practice everyday! I will be back in a few months to do a concert at your school, and I want you to perform with me. Get ready!
Much love, Uncle Tim
Note: You are reading an excerpt from my 1st children’s picture book, Violen. Violen is a story about a young boy who has an extraordinary gift and passion to play the violin. I will be sharing a page or two a day. Follow along, and if you like my story, please tag your friends or share a link of this post. Thanks for your support. Image shot by and edited by me using Hipstamatic and Glaze apps on iPhone.