GIX-TRIXXD

PART 2 The Butler Warm ------------ Arching my back I close my eyes and push the wooden bow down over the strings of my violin, a melodic sound reaching my ears as I played the first note that was upon the parchment in front of me. "No, no, no bocchan, this will not do!"  From the soft melody to a violent screech, the bow drops down to my side and I clench the handle in my hand firmly. "Lift your head whilst you arch your back.  Bring the instrument further up your shoulder and stand with a little more poise!  We can't have you slouching, especially not when you have to perform in front of so many important gues