Chapter 2: The best Bow/Opposites Attract

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A young woman was tuning her violin.

“Asami are you ready?” called someone.

“Just a minute Professor Eisenberg,” she said.

Asami Sato was a popular student who went to Juliard then transferred over to Berklee.

She had studied 2 years there so far and loved every minute of it.

She went inside with the professor.

“Now let’s see what you’ve learned over the week,” he said.

Asami did each of her scales and arpeggios.

Professor Eisenberg clapped his hands.

“Incredible like always,” he said.

Asami bowed.

“Have you ever considered trying to play on other genres aside from classical?” asked Professor Eisenberg.

“Honestly no,” said Asami, “I’ve been trained to play classical since I was a child. But my father and late mother said the same thing.

“As a musician its important that you explore more genres than one,” said Professor Eisenberg, “Me for example; I was all about blues, but in order to get in a good school I had to learn other genres.”

“So what did you do?” asked Asami.

“I went out and explored,” said Professor Eisenberg, “And I discovered one of my now favorite genresl Jazz Music.”

“So basically, I should go out into the world and see what it has to offer,” said Asami.

“Exactly,” he said, “If you just stick to one genre, you’ll squander your talents.”

“I think I can give it a shot,” said Asami.

Professor Eisenberg smiled.

She rushed over to her next class.

She then bumped into somebody else.

It was Korra.

“Oh man, I am so sorry,” said Asami, “I’m in a rush to my next class.”

“Who was that girl?” she asked.

Korra looked down and noticed a bow.

“Did she drop this?” she asked.

“Korra, you might wanna see this!” said Bolin.

She met him at the big screen TV.

“Is that what I think it is?” asked Korra.

“Oh it is,” said Mako, “The first ever audition poster for the upcoming Blue Moon Fest.”

“Oh man, I can’t freaking believe this,” said Korra, “This might be our big chance to show the world how awesome we are!”

Asami was heading to her orchstra ensemble.

“Alright, time to do what I do best,” she said.

She took out her violin.

“What the….” She said, “It… its gone.”

She looked all around her case for her bow for the violin.

“Its gone!” said Asami.

She was missing her bow.

“Ok, don’t panic Asami,” she said to herself, “You can just use a spare bow.”

She found one from a room near the band room.

“Alright,” said Asami.

She was tuning her instrument but noticed something off about the bow she was using.

“What are you using?” asked one of Asami’s co-musicians, Leslie.

“I have no idea,” she said as she rosined it up.

The professor, Archibald Cowan came in.

“Alright let’s get to work ladies,” said Professor Cowan, “As you all remember we have a big chance to perform at a festival, and we need to have the best recorded performance possible.”

“Yes sir,” said everybody.

“That’s the kind of concentration needed,” said Professor Cowan, “Time to show them all who’s boss.”

He held his hand up ready to conduct the group.

Everyone had their instruments ready.

He started conducting.

They were playing an orchestrated version of Pennyroyal Tea.

Asami played in tune and was unnoticed with her bow.

Professor Cowan stopped them.

“Newton, that is not your girlfriend’s nipple,” he said, “Do not come early.”

“Yes sir,” said the student.

Cowan begun conducting again.

Everyone was playing their hardest.

Asami continued to play until her bow made a scratchy note.

“Hold it!” said Professor Cowan.

The orchestra stopped.

“Now this is what pisses me off most in orchestra, we have a scratchy player who’s not using their best bow,” said Professor Cowan, “Now before we continue would anybody like to reveal themselves?”

Asami hid in her area.

“Maybe I got something in my ear,” said Professor Cowan, “Play again.”

They played a section of the song.

“No, we definitely have a scratchy player, and whoever it is this is your last chance,” he said.

Nobody spoke.

“And there it went,” said Professor Cowan, “So either you’re trying to sabotage this chance we have, or you don’t know if you’re a scratchy player which is worse.”

He looked around.

“First violins,” he said.

They played a small section.

“He or she is in this area,” said Professor Cowan.

He looked at Asami fidgeting with her fingers.

“Its ok, play,” he said.

She played 4 measures then he stopped her.

“That doesn’t look like the bow you normally use, and it belongs to the strings methods class,” said Professor Cowan, “Did you forget your bow?”

Asami looked to the ground.

“What are you looking at, look up here,” said Professor Cowan, “Did you. Forget. Your bow?”

“y-……Yes,” she admitted.

“THEN WHY THE FUCK DIDN’T YOU SAY SO?!” he shouted.

It was so loud the students in the halls could hear.

He stepped down.

“I have been carrying your ass for too long Sato, I will not have you cost us a chance to play at a festival because your mind is on your goddamn makeup instead of on your instrument!” he said, “Sally, you’re our new leading first violinist. Asami, get the fuck out.”

Asami took her instrument and left.

“Let’s get back to work shall we,” said Professor Cowan.

Asami was sitting out in the corner.

“I can’t believe it,” said Asami, “One mistake and I’ve been thrown out of the band.”

She looked to the sky.

“I’m sorry Mom and Dad,” she said, “I’ve failed you.”

She heard some music.

It was a guitar.

“What is that?” she asked.

She went closer to the sound.

It was Korra playing her acoustic.

Heart Shaped Box by Nirvana

Korra: She eyes me like a Pisces when I am weak

I’ve been locked inside your heart-shaped box for weeks

I’ve been drawn into your magnet tar-pit trap

I wish I could eat your Cancer when you turn black

Hey! Wait!

I’ve got a new complaint

Forever in debt to your priceless advice

Hey! Wait!

I’ve got a new complaint

Forever in debt to your priceless advice

Hey! Wait!

I’ve got a new complaint

Forever in debt to your priceless advice

Your advice

Meat-eating orchids forgive no one just yet

Cut myself on angel’s hair and baby’s breath

Broken hymen of your highness I’m left back

Throw down your umbilical noose so I can climb right back

Hey! Wait!

I’ve got a new complaint

Forever in debt to your priceless advice

Hey! Wait!

I’ve got a new complaint

Forever in debt to your priceless advice

Hey! Wait!

I’ve got a new complaint

Forever in debt to your priceless advice

Your advice

She eyes me like a Pisces when I am weak

I’ve been locked inside your heart-shaped box for weeks

I’ve been drawn into your magnet tar-pit trap

I wish I could eat your Cancer when you turn black

Hey! Wait!

I’ve got a new complaint

Forever in debt to your priceless advice

Hey! Wait!

I’ve got a new complaint

Forever in debt to your priceless advice

Hey! Wait!

I’ve got a new complaint

Forever in debt to your priceless advice

Your advice

Your advice

Your advice

Asami clapped her hands.

“Oh, thanks,” said Korra.

Asami then placed some money in her case.

“That was amazing,” said Asami, “So are you a student here too?”

“That’s right,” said Korra.

She got a closer look at her.

“I think I recognize you,” said Korra, “I may have bumped into you earlier, you seemed like you were in a rush.”

“Yeah,” said Asami, “Sorry about that.”

Something jogged Korra’s memory.

“Oh, you dropped this,” said Korra.

She gave Asami her bow.

“My bow!” said Asami, “Thank you so much.”

“No problem,” said Korra, “I’m Korra by the way.”

“My name’s Asami,” said Asami.

“Asami?” said Korra, “That’s pretty.

She smiled at her.