He had just disappeared, he had left town.Īdam was holding his body close to his instrument, his arms along the guitar’s neck , his back bending slightly forwards, moving with the emotional intensity of the song, as if his body itself was absorbing the emotions rising from within. He had left me with a broken heart and no words explaining why he had wanted to leave. Loneliness had become an unwelcome companion in the summer night in Virginia City since my husband had left, four months ago. I had spent so many days and so many nights alone, with my anger and my pain, crawled into my bed, too big a bed for just one person alone. My heart was pounding, I could feel each vibration, even more now that I could feel the movement of the small being growing in my womb. I was breathing in and out in the same rhythm as the chords he was playing. I was drinking in each sentence, each line of melodic verse. My eyes were filled with longing as I looked at him playing the guitar, thinking that he was playing only for me. The movements of his fingers produced a rich and warm sound which made me feel so good, He started singing a slow and drawn-out ballad in a deep throaty voice. I had seen the flyers nailed everywhere in town, and the message on them had made me decide to leave home to go the concert that night. He smiled and let his right hand go down to the six chords above the round opening carved out of the wood.
He passed the strap around his neck and checked that it was well tuned. He took his guitar and put it on his knee. The audience slowly became quiet as Adam sat down on a stool in the center of the stage. Roch arrived from behind the red curtain. And the musician accepted to play with me tonight, please welcome Mr Roch Voisine », Adam spoke clearly on the stage. « As I was walking around, I saw someone playing the guitar, sitting under a big shady tree. It had come from the direction near the trees, so he had curiously skipped to the tune and had tried to find where it had been coming from. Five days ago, he had been on his way towards the ranch, when the melody of an acoustic guitar had caught his attention. People were all impatient for the show to begin, what could this musical duel be ? He started to explain how he had got the idea of this musical duel. So that will be a musical duel. »Īdam Cartwright had just spoken.
for the first time on the stage in Virginia City, you’ll attend a duel, but nobody will be killed, and there will be no guns, only two guitars and two musicians…. “ Ladies and gentlemen, thanks for being here, in our National Theater. Special note: go on You Tube, and listen to music while reading, this is how I wrote the story and that will create a special atmosphere for your reading. The first translation wasn’t good, I decided to rework it, with the help of one beta-reader. Summary: This is one short story, initially written in french for a challenge.
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