Found in Time Chapter Six

So I've finally decided to release the full first seven chapters of my NaNoWriMo novel, Found in Time. I've written more than these chapters and will eventually finish, but since I do intend to have this novel published someday I don't think it would be a good idea to release the thing in its entirety.

Also, please keep in mind when you're reading that I wrote these chapters very fast. There is guaranteed to be a lot of mistakes or areas in desperate need of revision. There are many parts I don't like. It's kind of difficult to go ahead and put these chapters out with them having so much wrong with them, but I still really want to do it. Please leave comments telling me what you like, or if there's anything confusing. Please also keep in mind that the first seven chapters are Part One of the story. Part Two will explain a good portion of background not comprehensively explained in Part One. This may be why it feels as if some things are not properly described. Still, speak up if something seems as if it's completely out there. You might be the one to catch something I've overlooked.

So, without further ado, here's the sixth chapter of Found in Time!

“Ella, stop playing. Just stop playing!” Mr. Cunningham said, waving his hands to get her attention.

Ella’s song screeched to a stop. She lowered her violin with a sigh.

“I’m sorry. That sounded awful, didn’t it?” she apologized.

“I’ve certainly heard better from you.”

“I’m just not in the mood to play anything today. It’s frustrating because I was really looking forward to you hearing this song.” Ella admitted.

She sat down on her bed with the violin next to her, and rested her chin on her palms. Mr. Cunningham sighed as well. He picked Jimmy off of the nightstand and placed him in Ella’s hands.

“Here, hold your lucky frog. You always seem to feel better when you do.” he said.

“Thanks.” Ella answered, a smile almost making it onto her face. If only her instructor knew that Jimmy was much more than her good luck charm.

“I take it things have not been well recently?” Mr. Cunningham asked.

“Not at all.” Ella shook her head.

“Anything you feel like sharing?”

“I would like to tell you, but it’s not even possible for me to begin explaining half of what has happened.” Ella answered.

“I understand that.” Mr. Cunningham accepted, “I hope things get better for you soon.”

“Me too.” Ella agreed dejectedly.

“Especially because there was something rather important I was going to tell you this lesson, but you’ll need to be in the best playing mood of your life in order to accomplish it.” Mr. Cunningham said secretively.

“What is it?” Ella looked at him suspiciously.

Mr. Cunningham picked up his bag from the floor and took out a folder. He handed it to Ella. When she opened it, she found sheet music for six different songs. As she looked at each one, Mr. Cunningham explained his intentions.

“I haven’t mentioned this to you before, Ella. Over the years I have acquired many colleagues and acquaintances in the music field. It is not often a remarkable student such as yourself comes along, so I might have talked about you to them.”

“You mean you were bragging about me.” Ella corrected.

“You said it, not me.” Mr. Cunningham chuckled, “I have a lot of credibility, but naturally most of them were skeptical to accept you as an adept musician. However, because you let me copy the score to your first song, I had proof to support you. They’re interested in you now. A good lot of them are coming down for the Founders Festival in Gale. I told them you would be performing, and they are excited to hear you in person.”

Ella, still flipping through the music, only nodded at first. When his words finally sunk in, she looked at Mr. Cunningham in shock.

“What?” she said in amazement.

“As you can see, there are six songs here. Four are to be played with other musicians, and the last two will be your spotlights with a piano accompaniment. I figure giving the music to you now will allow you ample time to learn them well.”

“You’re not kidding about this?” Ella asked, still trying to comprehend what he was telling her.

“Of course not! It’s time you played for someone else besides me and your family. You have great talent, and the world needs to see it. You have to tell me now if you’re ready for this though. The way today’s lesson has been going is making me a little worried. You will also need to be confident with the fact that you will be playing in front of hundreds of people. If you find yourself too scared to go on by the time the performance comes around, my colleagues will never take me serious again. On the other hand, if everything goes well things will be good for the both of us.”

“Hundreds of people watching, your professional friends judging my every note….I don’t see what could go wrong.” Ella said sarcastically with a teasing smile.

“That’s the spirit!” Mr. Cunningham slapped her shoulder, “So, can I have your word?”

“Can I try to play my song again? Obviously, I’m not feeling too wonderful about my music at the moment. I need to play something well before I can give you an answer.” Ella requested.

“That sounds more than reasonable.” Mr. Cunningham agreed.

Ella placed the sheet music and Jimmy back on the nightstand. She picked up her violin and gently ran her finger against the wood. Peter had given it back to her after they had made up once again on the day she was sick. Unfortunately, tension had sprung up between them once more. When Peter had awoken from the incident, he quickly agreed with Ella that she shouldn’t be blamed. He grew upset with her when he found out how she had handled herself after learning what the adults thought.

Her parents, grandparents, and Kenneth and Hattie had ended up coming an apologizing to her. She had accepted it, and was surprised when they said nothing about her outburst. They had been acting strange ever since then. Her parents were giving her more attention than Ella could ever remember. At first she had been happy, but now she could sense there was some hidden motive for their actions. It was a bit perturbing, so Ella actually avoided them as best she could now.

It was the same way with Kenneth as well. Ella couldn’t shake the impression that he thought something could happen to her at any second. He kept asking her if she was alright and how she felt. She appreciated the concern, but as with her parents, the constant questioning grew annoying.

The main reason Ella was upset though was because Brooke’s visitation date had finally been set. Her parents and she would be coming up for Gale’s Foundation Day Festival. It was the last thing she wanted Peter to tell her. He had sensed her displeasure, and the rift between them grew larger. They still spoke and interacted, but it was difficult to be at ease.

Ella cleared all the thoughts stressing her away. She had let them take control during the first half of the lesson. Although the idea of performing at the festival made her incredibly nervous, it also made her very excited. Ella had to prove to Mr. Cunningham, and more importantly to herself, that she had the skill necessary to take on such an honor. She took a deep breath, and her fingers began playing the familiar melody.

Having a reason to push aside all other thoughts allowed Ella to perform her song the way she wanted. Mr. Cunningham sat back in the chair and listened intently. Halfway through, he closed his eyes and nodded along. When Ella finished, he clapped.

“That’s the student I know.” he said approvingly.

“Thanks.” Ella smiled lightly, but paused afterwards, “Can I ask you a question?”

“Always.”

“Well, I played the two songs I’ve written for my eldest brother once. He said they were good, but that they were absolutely depressing in tone. He thought it was because I was depressed myself, and my emotions were coming through my work.  Do you think that’s true?” Ella asked hesitantly.

“What do you think? You know yourself better than I do. Do you believe you’re ‘absolutely depressed’?”

“There are days, sometimes too many of them for my liking, where I feel down. But’s that true for everyone, isn’t it? I don’t believe I’m depressed or living a sad existence. The notes come to me the best when I’m really happy if anything.” Ella explained.

“That’s the answer to your question then. I would say I have a fair knowledge of what you’re like, and having that knowledge lets me know that despite the tough times, you’ll be fine. Besides, each musician has a certain talent unique to them. Your songs are hauntingly beautiful. I don’t think that is because your own emotions are negative, but because you have an ability to understand and sympathize with the weakness that’s in all of us. While your songs might not be a cheerful song appropriate for a festival like the ones I’ve given you, they allow the listener to be comforted. Hearing your melodies is like having a supportive shoulder to lean upon. That’s what I think.”

“I like what you think.” Ella agreed, smiling more this time.

“I’m quite partial to my own thoughts as well.” Mr. Cunningham chuckled, “So, do I have your word that you’ll allow your amazing talent to be shown in front of the entire town?”

“It’s a promise.” Ella said, holding out her hand.

Mr. Cunningham took it and they shook hands. From there, they continued the lessons working on the songs Ella had to learn. Ella enjoyed herself, but in the back of her mind hoped she hadn’t gotten herself into something she couldn’t handle.

Ella never stared at something harder than the way she was staring at her sheet music now. Wearing her best spring dress with her hair beautifully curled by her mother, it was impossible to forget that in a couple hours Ella was going to be playing in front of hundreds of people. Although she had memorized all the songs over a week ago, her nervous mind was already having trouble recalling much of anything. Ella wondered if she was really going to be alright.

She couldn’t even laugh at the jokes Kenneth and Charlie were telling on the other side of the parlor. Hattie with Sadie, Hazel, and Alma sat listening to them. Their loud laughter couldn’t pierce the bubble Ella was in. Everyone else was in a festive mood, but Ella knew she could only feel the same once the performance was over. She held her violin and quietly practiced without using the bow.

It was the opening of the front door and unfamiliar voices that broke her out of her stupor. The others quieted down as well, knowing who had just arrived.

“We’re back.” Peter announced to the house.

Ella and the others looked at each before Alma quickly stood up to greet the new arrivals. The others followed her to the front door, but Ella hung back. However, she knew it would look bad if she didn’t welcome Brooke and her parents. She reluctantly stopped practicing, and ended up standing behind Kenneth and Charlie. The three newcomers were pretty much blocked by their backs.

“I’m Vince, and this is my wife Rebecca. Of course, this is our daughter Brooke. You are Clara’s brother-in-law and younger sister, am I right?” Brooke’s father asked.

“Yes, my name is Kenneth and this is my wife Hattie.” Kenneth introduced them.

“Is this your daughter then?” Rebecca asked, which made Peter laugh.

“That is actually Sadie.” he explained

“Oh my goodness! I didn’t even recognize her because she’s gotten so big!” Rebecca said in amazement.

Peter motioned for Ella to come in closer, and Charlie moved so she could stand in front of him. Now Ella was able to see what the famous Brooke looked like. She was almost identical to her mother, except she had her father’s light brown hair instead of her mother’s fair coloring. Peter hadn’t been exaggerating when he told Ella that Brooke had shocking blue eyes. Ella was amazed it was possible for eyes to even be such a color.

“And in order we have Hazel, Charlie, Ella, and Alma. The only one who’s missing is Leo, who would be between Ella and Alma.” Peter introduced the rest of them.

“And this is only half of your family.” Brooke teased, her voice naturally soft and gentle.

“I believe my parents will have to take credit for our large number.” Peter joked along.

“Nothing wrong with a big family. I’m sure Miss Sadie will love to have her niece or nephew as a playmate before too long.” Vince said.

“Father!” Brooke said, her face flushing. Peter looked away embarrassedly. Everyone except Alma, who didn’t understand, and Ella laughed. This only made Peter and Brooke’s red cheeks get brighter.

“You two need to stop acting as if we don’t all know where this is going.” Vince reprimanded lovingly.

“Why don’t we all go sit down in the parlor while we wait for the others to come down?” Hattie suggested.

“A very good idea.” Peter agreed, ushering everyone into the other room. He looked glad to take the conversation away from the current topic.

Ella moved her violin and music out of the way. She remembered what Peter had told her about Brooke loving violin music. Ella had no reason to dislike Brooke, but she was as scared of liking her as she was scared that she would lose Peter to her. It would be best for now if Ella kept her distance. Unfortunately, she wasn’t quick enough and Brooke spotted the violin.

“That is the violin Peter and your parents bought for your birthday, right? I would love to hear something if you don’t mind.” Brooke requested.

“You’ll have to wait for the performance to hear the songs I’ve been practicing.” Ella said teasingly, hoping to trick her way out of playing.

“You don’t have to do one of the songs from today. Play one of the dozens of others you know. I’m sure Brooke and her parents would love to have a private performance.” Kenneth said.

“I guess I can do that.” Ella answered with a smile, though she was annoyed with Kenneth.

Ella racked her memory for the shortest song she knew. She almost considered picking one of the one she learned when she was six, but then it would be too obvious she was trying to avoid playing. Instead she chose one Mr. Cunningham had taught her a year ago. It was only a minute long. Ella positioned the violin properly and began to play. The song had a moderate tempo and catchy beat. Ella would have enjoyed playing it more if she wasn’t desperate for it to finish. When she did everyone clapped.

“That’s a much simpler song than what I’m used to hearing you play.” Peter pointed out curiously.

“I don’t want to tire myself out before the performance.” Ella offered for an explanation, and it was actually the truth.

“Yes, that song was fine Peter. No need to spoil the big event by making her play a lot now.” Vince said. Peter nodded and let the matter drop.

“If you two don’t mind me asking,” Rebecca changed the subject as she spoke towards Kenneth and Hattie, “Have the two of you not had children because you have so many nieces and nephews, or because it was not your desire to?”

Peter, Hazel, Charlie, and Ella all looked at their uncle and aunt with worry. Rebecca didn’t know the touchy subject she was treading on. Kenneth answered smoothly and with poise though.

“No, it’s nothing like that. The truth is that we are unable to produce a child.” he explained.

“I’m so sorry! I should have had more sense than to bring up such a sensitive matter.” Rebecca apologized.

“It is alright. We accepted the truth a long time ago, and having had the opportunity to help raise most of these children, we don’t feel like we’ve missed out on much. We think of them as our own sometimes.” Hattie replied with a smile.

“Yes, for example, Charlie here is just like Kenneth― overly sarcastic, never serious, and has a noticeable lack of interest in anything educational.” Peter teased.

“Excuse me?!” Charlie exclaimed, giving Peter a push.

“I would’ve said that everything you’ve described Charlie as is true, but then I would be insulting myself as well.” Kenneth laughed.

The others laughed as well. They continued talking some more, and Ella took the opportunity to put her violin in its case. Jimmy sat still right by it. He had been hopping around earlier, but now had to pretend to be a toy since Brooke’s parents were here. Ella was unaware of how long Brooke had known the secret, but it had to have been a while. As Brooke’s father pointed out, Peter and Brooke’s relationship would be taking a big step soon. Ella wondered if Brooke knew the sacrifice she would have to make to marry Peter. Even though it made her feel like the most disgusting person in the world, Ella dreamed that Brooke would call everything off once she found that out.

Jimmy seemed to be reading her emotions, because he gave her a subtle, disapproving look. Ella didn’t have time to react because the rest of the family came down the stairs. The introductions and hellos came again. Her parents and Brooke’s parents treated the others like old friends. Everyone was smiling and having a good time, but Ella couldn’t feel that way. She watched the way Brooke’s family fit so perfectly with hers, and couldn’t help but to imagine the day Peter announced Brooke and he were getting married. The more she thought about these things, the more it made her feel like an outsider.

Maybe it was because she had an infant sister, but Ella felt weird to accept that Peter was of marrying age. She always imagined her life as it being the adults and her siblings. Now that harmony was being broken. Things were going to change, and Ella didn’t want them to. Pretty soon Hazel would be able to marry too, even though she had always said she wanted to travel the world and not marry. Charlie would grow up next, and he would find a woman to love.

But what about her? She was normal. Henry would never allow her to marry a normal man and let him live at the house. If she wanted to stay, she would have to choose to be alone. However, if she went ahead and got married, she could not remain at home. Neither situation was desirable, but she had to decide one way or the other. Ella never wanted to leave her family. However, a fear was growing that one day she would have no say in the matter.

She didn’t have the opportunity to ponder her thoughts longer. It was finally time to head down to the festival. Ella wondered why Brooke in her family didn’t come earlier. They had to travel, walk all the way to the house, and now walk all the way to the town. Surely they were exhausted. If they were, they didn’t show it though. Brooke’s parents looked to be a couple years older than Edwin and Clara, but they talked with vigorous energy. They didn’t even mutter a single complaint as the large group began the trek down the path.

Ella didn’t talk much. She kept a pleasant face and answered when spoken to, but otherwise let herself become invisible. Hopefully she would be in a better mood when she reached Gale and could go her own way. She would have a little bit of time before she had to be at the gazebo where she and the other musicians would be performing. It was strange, but upon Brooke and her parents’ arrival, Ella became so concerned with them that she forgot her nervousness.

It had been a long time since Ella and most of the family walked down the path. Since they normally transported, Gale didn’t feel that far away. Now they remembered just how separated they were from the rest of the world. Ella was glad her violin case wasn’t heavy for otherwise she would have been exhausted before they even reached the town. It was a relief when they reached the familiar sight of the first gate. After it was unlocked and they passed through it, everyone’s energy was renewed knowing they were almost at their destination.

The sounds and smells from the festival reached Ella’s senses before the town came into sight. However, Ella smiled widely when it did. Gale was bustling with people from all of the surrounding areas. Tables were set up here and there with food and interesting things to buy. Children were running around playing games everywhere and the adults talked merrily to one another. Similar to other Ella’s performance, other acts would take place throughout the day. Fireworks would be set off later that night for a big finale.

“Alright, everyone listen up.” Edwin clapped his hand together to get everyone’s attention, “We should all know the plan, but I will go over it one more time just so no one forgets like they did last year.”

Charlie and Leo put on suspiciously innocent faces.

“You’re all free to go your own way, although you’ll need to stick with someone as always Alma. You’ve got your spending money, but what you’ve been given is all you’ll get. Don’t waste it. Ella’s performance is in two hours. We’ll meet up at the gazebo early so we can be right in the front. After that you’re free to explore the festival some more before we meet up for lunch at noon.” Edwin explained, talking mostly to Ella and her siblings.

“None of you better be late for the performance, or there will be trouble.” Ella warned.

“We wouldn’t miss it for the world.” Peter said.

“Indeed. So if we all are in understanding, you’re free to scatter.” Edwin waved his hands.

The adults laughed as the siblings rushed off to join the merriment. Ella headed in the same direction as Leo and Alma, but separated from the before too long. She wanted to go to the gazebo first so she wouldn’t have to carry her violin around everywhere. Plus, Mr. Cunningham had told her to meet him there first thing.

Ella took her time though. She slowly pushed her way through the massive crowds in the streets. It was so tempting to stop and look at all of the stands of food. She had eaten breakfast not too long ago, but even her full stomach begged to try many of the wonderful things Ella passed. She ignored the temptations though. She had learned from experience to spend her money on things she could take home and use instead of food.

What would normally be a ten minute walk to the gazebo turned into a half an hour walk as the crowded streets made it hard to move. Perhaps it was something she had never paid attention to before, but Ella felt as if there were many more people here than in years past. If that was true, it meant even more people would be watching her performance. Ella’s nervousness started to come back.

The gazebo in the park came into view. The crowd cleared, and Ella walked without interruption over to it. Mr. Cunningham was there along with a few other people she didn’t recognize. It wasn’t the musicians she practiced with before, but four men dressed in well-fitted suits with an air of superiority about them. Ella hesitated. They scared her a little. They were talking to Mr. Cunningham, but one of them spotted her and pointed her out to him. Mr. Cunningham motioned for her to come over. Ella obeyed timidly.

“You’ve arrived at the most perfect time, Ella. These are some of my colleagues who will be watching the performance today.” Mr. Cunningham explained.

“Nice to meet you. I’m Ella Bentley.” Ella introduced herself as politely as she could, but her heart sunk when the four men looked at her suspiciously.

“Julius, you lied to us. You told us the girl was ten years old.” the tallest of the men said.

“Ella is ten. She just had her birthday in March.” Mr. Cunningham countered.

“What? Is this true? You look more like a twelve-year-old than a ten-year-old.” the same man said in amazement.

“It is true.” Ella confirmed, ignoring Jimmy’s victorious nudging from inside her pocket.

“I will take back calling you a liar then. I hope Miss Ella that your skills are as good as your sometimes overzealous teacher made them out to be.” the tall man said.

“Me too.” Ella agreed.

She meant it honestly, but the men took it as a joke and laughed. Ella smiled along. Mr. Cunningham noticed her nervousness, and provided her a relief.

“Well, I don’t want you gentlemen to terrify my poor student with your presence too much before the performance. Ella, why don’t you leave your violin here and go enjoy the festival? Come back in about forty-five minutes, and we’ll be ready to practice then.” Mr. Cunningham suggested.

“Alright. It was nice to meet you all.” Ella said politely still to the men.

“Same to you Miss. We do indeed look forward to your playing.” another one of the men said brightly.

Ella smiled and nodded. She handed her violin to Mr. Cunningham before leaving the gazebo. She could feel the men still looking at her, and she was sure they would be talking about her, but Ella didn’t turn back. She thought about what kind of things she would buy instead. Honestly, there was nothing she really wanted. Her bookshelf was full, and she had enough toys that most of them sat around not being played with. Realizing she would probably not be spending a lot of money today, Ella walked down the park sidewalk. Just the happy distraction from the negative thoughts she had before was enough to appease her. She was about to get a bigger distraction though.

“Ella!” an all too familiar voice called to her.

Ella turned to see Dorothy waving towards her with Caroline, Eliza, and Josie standing next to her. Ella had assumed she wouldn’t be able to find them in the large clusters of people, but now her town friends were right in front of her. Ella went over to them happily. Dorothy and Josie held a jump rope in their hands.

“We’re skipping rope, want to join?” Caroline asked.

“Sure, although I’ve never really jumped rope before.” Ella said. She was shocked by the other girls’ looks of amazement.

“You’re kidding! We do this all the time.” Eliza said.

“I know the idea of what you’re supposed to do.” Ella offered.

“I would hope so.” Josie replied.

“Well, you’re you Ella. I think you’ll be alright.” Dorothy said supportively.

“I think so too!” Eliza agreed quickly, “You seem to be really good at athletic kind of things.”

“Let me give it a try then.” Ella said confidently.

Caroline and Eliza backed away while Dorothy and Josie spread further apart. They began to spin the jump rope, and Ella got prepared. The others were expecting her to get it instantly. Ella was sure she would get the hang of it eventually, but didn’t want to embarrass herself by messing up on the first try. Dorothy motioned for her to jump in. Ella threw away her hesitations and dived right in. Her first jumps were awkward and badly-timed, but she didn’t get caught on the rope. After that, Ella found her rhythm and had no trouble. Caroline and Eliza clapped.

Ella was wondering what she was supposed to do next when Caroline joined her in jumping. A couple seconds later, Eliza came in as well. Then, to Ella’s bewilderment, the girls began to sing a rhyme.

“Raspberry, strawberry, apple jam tart! Tell me the name of your sweetheart!” they sang.

“Adam!” Eliza said loudly.

“Benjamin!” Caroline went next.

“Carl!” Ella said, glad she caught on in time. The pattern kept going.

“Donald!”

“Eugene!”

“Fred!”

“Gus!”

“Herman!”

And on it went. It seemed like a simple thing, but Ella realized just how complicated the game was. Not only did she have to think of a name while keeping with the alphabetic pattern, but she also had to keep in rhythm with the jump rope. The other girls were clearly experienced, and it took all of her concentration to keep up. She expected someone to make a mistake, especially as they got to the more complicated letters. They passed through ‘Q’ without a problem, but Ella was only able to think of ‘Ulysses’ just in time for ‘U’. She panicked when she saw she was the one to think of a name for ‘X’. Thankfully, she remembered the name ‘Xander’ from a book she had once read. Eliza and Caroline pressed through ‘Y’ and ‘Z’ with ease.

Thinking the game was over, Ella said nothing. It was only when Dorothy looked at her expectantly that Ella realized she had made a mistake. The girls groaned and the rope stopped.

“You were supposed to start over with an ‘A’ name, and we would have turned the rope faster.” Josie explained

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know.” Ella apologized.

“I thought you knew the rhyme since you were going along with it.” Caroline said.

“No, I just figured out what I was supposed to do along the way.”

“That’s pretty impressive then. I guess it does make sense that because you’ve never jumped rope before you wouldn’t know how to do the rhymes.” Eliza admitted.

“Want us to teach you some more?” Dorothy offered cheerfully.

“Sure, although I have to be careful not to tire myself out too much. I have to be at the gazebo in forty minutes to prepare for my performance.” Ella said.

“Performance? What performance?” Josie asked.

“I’m performing some songs on my violin with other musicians at 10. Four songs will be with them, and two are my solos. My violin teacher is apparently showing me off to some of his music colleagues.” Ella explained.

“That’s amazing!” Dorothy said.

“We’ll have to come watch you then.” Caroline added.

“I’d like that.” Ella agreed with a smile.

It was nice to know more friendly faces would be among an otherwise unfamiliar sea of people. Eliza took over Dorothy’s position as a rope turner. Ella was taught some more rhymes. She had so much fun that she almost forgot to leave forty minutes later. Ella rushed to the gazebo so Mr. Cunningham didn’t get angry with her.

Ella stood at the back entrance of the gazebo with the other musicians. They were all adults, so even though they were nice, it was impossible for Ella to talk comfortably to them. They stood in their own little circle having a conversation. Ella didn’t mind that she was by herself. She could barely keep herself from shaking as she clutched onto her violin.

Their performance was to start any minute, and they stood at the back entrance to keep away from the gathering crowd. It really didn’t do much to keep them separated. The noise coming from the crowd, which consisted of a good couple hundred people, was overwhelming. Ella had peeked around, and couldn’t even see an end to the sea of bodies. To make matters worse, she overheard the other musicians saying this was the largest crowd to ever gather for this annual performance.

Mr. Cunningham had joked all those weeks ago that she better not get stage fright and refused to play. Ella assumed up till this point that she would be nervous but fine overall. Now Ella was starting to wonder if the worst might really come to pass. What if she performed horribly in front of all these people, not to mention Mr. Cunningham’s colleagues? Would she even be able to will herself onto the gazebo? The only comfort she had was Jimmy in her pocket. He had been sending telepathic words of encouragement to her, which was the only reason she hadn’t bolted yet.

Unfortunately, the ones he sent now never registered in her mind as Mr. Cunningham motioned for her and the others to come onto the gazebo. Ella did, however, reach her hand inside her pocket to touch him quickly for support. She let the others go on first before moving to the front of the gazebo where she would be playing. The crowd was clapping for them, but all their faces swarmed before her. Ella was trying to appear as confident as possible, but she was sure her terror had to be showing. Ella desperately sought out her family.

Luckily, it wasn’t hard to find them. They were standing at the very front. Just seeing them gave Ella enough of a boost to smile. Mr. Cunningham stood in front of Ella and the others and began making an introduction to the crowd. After he introduced her, Ella stopped paying attention. She had scanned down the line of her family, and noticed that Peter and Brooke were missing.

She searched the next couple rows back thinking the two were simple separated from the others. She couldn’t find them. Ella made eye contact with her parents and mouthed Peter’s name. Edwin and Clara looked at their group, and now saw that they were two short as well. Ella guessed her parents asked the rest of them if they knew where they were because everyone shook their head. Still hoping Peter and Brooke were only in a farther away row, Ella kept searching.

Large waving caught her attention. It wasn’t the two she was looking for, but Dorothy, Caroline, Eliza, and Josie sat on one of the boulders contained in the park. She smiled at them, but then kept looking. Her eyes were drawn farther and farther back until the faces became completely unrecognizable. Ella moved her gaze back to her family. Edwin was stepping forward to go and look for the missing two. However, Mr. Cunningham finished the welcoming remarks and stood off to the side of the gazebo. The clapping form the audience signaled the start of the performance, and Edwin moved back to his spot with no other choice.

Ella sighed inwardly as the count was given and the music started. Peter had said he wouldn’t miss this performance for the world. Just because she couldn’t see him didn’t mean he wasn’t there. Maybe he and Brooke had gotten stalled by the crowd and had no choice but to listen from all the way in the back. Maybe she accidentally skipped over them. Maybe they were actually close by and were simply being blocked by another. Whatever the case was, Ella took the chance and believed that Peter was indeed somewhere listening.

But listening to what? Ella suddenly realized she hadn’t been paying the music any attention. Her thoughts had processed slowly, so the first song was already halfway through. How come no one was looking at her strangely for not playing? Then an even more surprising realization came. Ella was playing. It wasn’t that she was just playing though, but her notes were right on with the other musicians. She was performing perfectly. Even with her distracted mind, her body remembered the music so well it could play by itself needing no direction from her.

The best thing was that Ella was no longer nervous. The faces in the crowd didn’t scare her, and the fear of messing up was no longer in her mind. Somehow, her curiosity about where Peter was turned the performance into something that was enjoyable. Now having the confidence that she could actually do this, Ella played more passionately. The first song ended gracefully without a problem.

Ella breathed a sigh of relief. Mr. Cunningham gave her a look of encouragement. Ella soaked in the applause from the audience. She couldn’t believe how exhilarating it was to be the center of attention in front of so many people. Ella wished she had had an opportunity like this earlier. Forgetting about Peter and Brooke, Ella raised her violin as her first solo was about to start.

She glanced at her family and Brooke’s parents every so often throughout the song. Ella was glad to see they were enjoying themselves. She had to stop herself from laughing when she spotted Sadie kicking her legs along to the music. As the music went on, the more Ella played with passion. Even when the song ended, she picked that passion right where she left off and kept building upon it. The applause from the audience spurred her on. The performance was quickly becoming addicting. Ella wished it would never end.

However, in what felt like only seconds, the sixth and final song arrived. The other musicians, save for the pianist and Ella, bowed off from the gazebo. Determined to make this second solo better than any of other songs, Ella played with everything she had. She got swept away and forgot everything else. It was only when she heard the audience clapping that Ella realized the song finished.

Beaming, Ella stood next to Mr. Cunningham as he called the other musicians back up and made some closing remarks. Dorothy, Caroline, Eliza, and Josie waved again when Ella sought them out. The others around them looked at them strangely, but the girls didn’t care. Ella stood quietly then until Mr. Cunningham finished his remarks and the performance was officially over. Ella went to the back of the gazebo with the musicians to put their instrument away.

“A job amazingly well done!” Mr. Cunningham said, radiating pride, “If I had any idea how much being in front of an audience improved your playing, I would have asked you to do this years ago.”

“So do you think your friends will be impressed?” Ella asked.

“More than impressed.” the answer came, although it wasn’t from Mr. Cunningham.

The four men from before walked up to the two of them. Now that she had performed successfully, they didn’t seem so scary. It was the tall one who had spoken previously who spoke now. Ella wondered if this was because he was the most important of the four. He wore a smile on his face.

“Julius, you knew our hesitation when you spoke so highly of your student. I’m glad to say you have proved us very much wrong.” he admitted.

“Then I can look forward to your payment later on today, Earl?” Mr. Cunningham asked with a suspicious smile.

“Payment? For what?” Ella asked curiously.

“I have enough money so that I don’t have to work another day in my life and never want for anything. Still, it does not hurt to partake in a little bit of gambling every once and a while to raise revenue.”

“You were betting on how I would perform.” Ella stated his words more simply.

“It was not much of a bet for me. I never doubted you.” Mr. Cunningham told her earnestly.

“And it will be money well lost. It truly was a pleasure to hear you play.” Earl added.

“A pleasure to have you listen.” Ella responded politely.

“I truly do love this student of yours, Julius. Not only is she gifted, but has manners beyond her years.” Earl complimented.

Before Mr. Cunningham or Ella could say anything further, Clara’s call of Ella’s name could be heard. She and Edwin were coming around the gazebo to look for her. Ella motioned them over. The two looked surprised to see Earl and the other three there.

“Are you Miss Ella’s father and mother?” Earl asked them.

“Yes, I am Edwin Bentley and this if my wife Clara. Whose acquaintance do I have the opportunity of making?” Edwin asked with the slightest hint of caution.

Thankfully, it was lost on everyone else save for Ella. She was the only one who knew how suspicious her family was of new people. It also didn’t help that the four men gave off an intimidating aura. Ella knew her father was tall, but Earl towered over even him. He smiled warmly though, and Edwin lowered his defenses a little.

“My name is Earl Koehn. These three are my associates, Mr. Eskridge, Mr. Fraser, and Mr. Pelland. We are colleagues and old friends of Mr. Cunningham here. He asked us to come down and watch your daughter perform today. We were very moved by her talent. I don’t know how much you understand about music yourself, but I will say that you have a very gifted child. If she continues like this, her future will contain many possibilities.”

“That is very good news to her.” Clara said with a smile.

“If it is not too much trouble, we were hoping to have a word with the two of you.” Earl requested.

“I don’t see why not.” Edwin acquiesced.

“Is it alright if I go find my friends?” Ella asked, not sure if they wanted her to stick around. Wondering the same thing, Edwin and Clara looked at Earl.

“That is fine. There are actually some topics we want to discuss that will be better for you not to hear.” Earl said.

Ella grew curious, but didn’t question any further. She was used to the grownups having their own little talks. Ella wondered what he didn’t want her to hear though. Normally when she wasn’t allowed to hear something, it was because the topic was negative in nature. With how approving the men were of her, Ella was curious as to what they might be disapproving of. Still, Ella gave Edwin and Clara a hug. They promised to look after her violin.

Ella was off. Being so distracted by Mr. Cunningham’s colleagues, Ella had forgotten about the massive crowd that remained in the park. She moved through the people with difficulty, hoping Dorothy, Caroline, Eliza, and Josie would still be at the rock. However, Ella hadn’t realized she momentarily found fame. Almost every single person stopped to compliment her. A circle of people desperate to talk to her was quickly forming. The amount of attention was overwhelming, and Ella wasn’t quite sure what to do.

She had never experienced such a demand for her attention. More often she kept quiet as her siblings fought for the adults to give heed to them, but now everyone wanted to talk to her. Ella politely answered every person as best she could. However, the amount of people didn’t decrease. Ella wondered if she would ever get out of the crowd.

“Just be assertive. Thank them, and tell them you need to be on your way.” Jimmy’s advice appeared in her mind.

Ella followed the advice, but it was hard. It was in her nature to try and please everyone. She felt guilty brushing away all the people who were so eager to praise her. Ella kept it up until she reached the rock though. Unfortunately, her friends were nowhere to be seen. It was possible they had gone to find her, but Ella would never be able to seek them out in such a crowd.

Instead, Ella decided to use her free time before lunch to finally take a look at all the interesting items for sale. She managed to make it out of the park without too much hassle. It was breath of relief to have a space to walk without having to bump into someone. Granted, the streets were still crowded, but everyone had grown accustomed to dealing with so many other people. Thus, the traffic moved easier.

Ella let the flow of the crowds determine her course. She stopped occasionally to check various items that caught her eye. There was one necklace that she really liked, and so she bought it. Nothing else really called to her though. It was more fun to look than it was to buy. Ella did give in eventually give in and bought some caramels with hard, fruity candy in the center. There was still about an hour till lunch, and Ella was famished.

Unfortunately, the candies made her mouth water for food even more. Ella fought off the desire for a little while longer until she almost caved. There was an enticing smell coming from nearby that lured Ella towards it. However, she instantly forgot her hunger when she spotted two familiar figures standing against a nearby building. Peter and Brooke were talking and laughing as if there was no one else around them.

Ella’s anger flared up. She forced herself to give them the benefit of the doubt. It was still very possible the two had been at her performance and just hadn’t been visible. Ella approached them with every intent of finding out the situation. Peter smiled at her as she got close, but Ella caught guilt hiding behind Brooke’s polite smile. This confirmed everything Ella needed to know. Even though Ella now approached them with an angry look on her face, Peter kept smiling. It made her question what his motives were.

“Something wrong?” Peter asked sympathetically.

“Why weren’t you two at the performance?” Ella demanded.

“We were.” Peter answered, not growing offended at Ella’s stern tone.

“I didn’t see you.”

“We were running a little behind, so we ended up standing in the back. I don’t think you would have been able to see us from the gazebo, but we definitely were there.” Peter explained.

Ella let her angry expression fade, even though she only grew more upset. Ella knew her brother too well. She recognized the certain inflection of his voice that only occurred when he was lying. Although she knew he was trying to deceive her, Ella wanted him to trip over his own words rather than expose him directly. She played along as if she believed him, but he tripped up right away.

“I guess I didn’t think of that, so everything’s fine then. What song did you like the best?” Ella asked enthusiastically.

“I really liked the finale. Having all of you play together really ended the performance on a strong note.” Peter said.

There was her solid proof. Ella’s face grew angry again, and Peter realized he slipped up.

“You definitely weren’t there then. The last song was my second solo piece.” Ella explained.

“We’re really sorry, Ella! We didn’t mean to miss your performance.” Brooke apologized.

“I don’t understand.” Ella said crossly to Peter, completely ignoring Brooke, “You said you wouldn’t miss my performance for the world. These past couple weeks you’ve told me how much you’ve been looking forward to it. You stayed up late to help keep me motivated so I could learn the music on time.”

Ella paused, but Peter said nothing. His expression was only adding fuel to Ella’s rage though. Her brother was trying to look apologetic, but Ella could sense that he didn’t feel guilty and wanted her to hurry up and say what she wanted to say. Due to all the people around, Ella kept her voice down even though she wanted to yell.

“However, it looks as if all your words were empty. You didn’t come, and you’ve just openly lied to my face. You’ve never tried to deceive me like this before. Tell me, is it that you truly forgot to come? I can excuse that. Or is my instinct right, and did you avoid the performance on purpose?” Ella asked, fearful of the answer.

“We decided not to go, and do other things instead.” Peter answered without hesitation.

“Why?” Ella asked in the calmest voice she could muster.

“Honestly, I didn’t think it was that important. I’ve heard you play those songs a dozen times now. Brooke and her parents are only here until tomorrow morning, and I want to spend as much time with her as possible. I can hear you play anytime. I don’t see why this should be a big fuss.” Peter explained with a shrug.

That cut Ella deep. Her insides turned hollow, and an enormous weight fell on her heart. When had Peter turned so cold? Only hours ago he was the normal brother she remembered. Now out of nowhere, his entire attitude had switched. He really didn’t care about this performance, or what it meant for her.

“Peter!” Brooke said to him in shock, “How can you say such a horrible thing!? I didn’t know you could be so awful!”

“I’m not! You two are making this seem like the worst thing in the world, but it’s not! It’s just some silly violin playing!” Peter protested.

“Oh Ella, I’m so sorry! I shouldn’t have let him convince me not to go! I don’t understand what has come over him!” Brooke apologized profusely. Peter looked away and shook his head in annoyance.

“It’s fine.” Ella said emotionlessly, “I get it, Peter. You’ve become so horribly selfish that as soon as I get in the way of what you want, you stop caring. I knew it was only a matter of time. I’ll stop bothering you, so there’s no need to concern yourself with me anymore.”

“Good.” Peter agreed, not looking at her.

“Peter!” Brooke said in horror and disbelief.

She stared at him with bewildered eyes, but he refused to face her. Brooke turned desperately towards Ella, but she was already gone. Ella had joined the stream of people with the intent of finding somewhere to hide herself until she could face anyone. Her appetite lost, she wasn’t going to meet her family for lunch. She had been so happy when her parents last saw her, but she was already getting strange looks from the people around her. Ella wasn’t about to cry, but she figured her face didn’t appear too pleasant.

Unfortunately, Ella spotted Charlie with Kenneth and Hattie out of the corner of her eyes. She instantly turned to head away from them, but somehow Charlie saw her.

“Ella, over here!” he called to her.

Ella pretended she hadn’t heard him, and walked a bit faster. When she sensed him following, Ella did all that she could to make herself invisible in the crowd. Once she was sure Charlie had no hope of spotting her, she began to run. The looks she gathered had no effect on her. Ella ran until the crowd thinned at the edge of the town, and she knew there was no way Charlie would know where she had gone to now.

Ella slowed her pace to a walk. She knew of one place where she could sit and collect herself without anyone bothering her. Gale had its own small forest separate from the one her family took charge of. Ella reached it, and walked silently under the trees for a couple minutes. Finding one good for climbing, Ella jumped into it and went as high as the branches would allow. She rested against the trunk, and let her legs dangle over each side of the branch she sat on.

Jimmy hopped out of her pocket, and sat sadly on her lap. It was quiet for neither knew what to say. Ella only closed her eyes, and tried to find comfort in the warm wind that passed through the branches. She wondered if she was dreaming, or having a nightmare to be more correct. Perhaps the next time she opened her eyes she would find herself back in bed. Brooke and her parents wouldn’t have arrived, and none of the terrible things that Peter said would be real. The thought was solacing for a few seconds, but Ella tossed it away when the pain stabbed her harder as truth struck her once more.

“Ella, I…..I mean, you know Peter. You know how he loves you, and cares for you.” Jimmy said, breaking the silence.

“No I don’t. Not anymore.” Ella said with her eyes still closed, “I’ve felt this separation coming for some time now. I guess I’ve known this reality would come sooner than later. I just didn’t think Peter’s cold-hearted attitude would come on this quick.”

“Don’t say that! Remember what Peter told you when you were sick? He said he has a bad habit of taking his guilt out on the wrong person because the truth is hard for him to accept. I’m sure he feels absolutely awful, and just needs some time to calm down, deal with his feelings, and then he will apologize properly to you.” Jimmy contested.

“It doesn’t matter. Even if that is the case, which I doubt it is, passing time will only bring about another situation like this. You’ve seen how our relationships has been deteriorating, Jimmy. I assume it’s only natural. He’s an adult ready to marry while I’m a child. He cared for me while it was convenient, but now he’s moving on and doesn’t want me to hold him back anymore.”

“That’s not how it is!” Jimmy protested.

“Then explain to me why else his attitude has shifted so suddenly? I could see clearly that he honestly felt no guilt. He said what he said because he believed them to be true, not because they were the misguided words of a person wracked with remorse.”

“I― I can’t explain anything…” Jimmy surrendered.

“That’s fine. I know the cold truth anyway. Peter has a one-track mind when it comes to Brooke. If he’s thinking of her, writing her a letter, or standing right next to her, he doesn’t want to be disturbed. She’s the most important person in his heart, and his desire to be with her warps him into what we saw.” Ella theorized.

“It doesn’t mean he has stopped caring though. I’m sure if you talk to him when he is in a rational mind, he’ll apologize a thousand times.” Jimmy suggested.

“You’re assuming I want to forgive him.” Ella pointed out, finally opening her eyes.

“Perhaps not at this moment, but sometime in the future.” Jimmy said

“Maybe, maybe not.”

“Ella…”

“Jimmy, can we go home? I don’t want to be here anymore.” Ella asked, not being able to stand discussing the matter further.

“Alright.” Jimmy agreed.

“Can you find where papa and mama are? I need to collect my violin.”

Jimmy went very still. Ella knew he was searching through all the presences of the people in Gale in order to find the unique flow of power emanating from her parents. Ella closed her eyes again, and waited patiently. Unless Edwin and Clara were close, it would take some time before Jimmy found them. Ella kept herself distracted by counting the passing time. Ten minutes went by before Jimmy spoke.

“They’re by the park. I assume they will be setting up lunch soon.” Jimmy told her.

Ella silently placed him in her pocket, and carefully climbed down the tree. Once out of the forest, she reentered the crowd of people. It was the oddest feeling to be surrounded by so many noisy people, but to be so empty inside. Ella had lost something dear, and Peter would never have any idea how his thoughtless words changed her.

Even if Ella did end up forgiving him, she could never be as close to him as she had been. The fact that he agreed with her that he no longer cared was something that couldn’t be forgotten. He might deny it later on and try everything to convince her he was wrong, but Ella knew the words would constantly echo in the back of her mind. There was no way she could fully trust him again. It would be better for her to stay away, let Peter live his life, and never bother him again.

Although Gale was as crowded as ever, Ella made it to the park surprisingly fast. Jimmy sensed for her parents again, and told her where in the park to find them. Ella spotted them setting up a large picnic blanket under the shade of some young oak trees. Edwin and Clara smiled when she approached, but their expressions quickly grew concerned.

“What’s wrong?” Edwin asked.

“I don’t feel my best all of a sudden.” Ella answered.

“Again?” Clara said worriedly, checking Ella’s temperature, “But you don’t have a fever.”

“No, but one might come on eventually. Either way, I was going to go home with Jimmy and rest.” Ella explained.

“Why don’t you let me go back to the house and get some medicine? You can take it, rest here with us for a while, and see if you feel better.” Edwin offered, but Ella quickly shook her head.

“That’s alright. The noise from all the people is making my head hurt worse. I don’t think I can feel better if I stay.”

“Mr. Koehn and the others wanted to talk to you more though. Would you be up to holding on a little longer so we can find them and let them say what they need to before you go?” Clara asked.

“Mr. Cunningham told me they would be in town for about another week. I can talk to them some other day.” Ella declined.

“Well alright, you can go home if you really want to. I don’t feel comfortable letting you walk with just Jimmy all that way though, so I’ll take you back.” Edwin said.

“That’s really―” Ella began to protest.

“No arguments, Ella. It’s too far for you to walk even with Jimmy by your side. Since you’ve become so down all of sudden, there’s no telling what could happen between here and the house.” Edwin reprimanded her lightly.

Having no choice, Ella nodded. Clara gave her a hug before Edwin took Ella’s hand to lead her back to the house. They didn’t speak much, for which Ella was very grateful. It was when they reached the first gate that Ella realized she forgot something important.

“Papa, we forgot to grab my violin. What if mama takes her eyes off of it, and someone steals it?” Ella asked fearfully.

“We weren’t looking after your violin.” Edwin answered.

“What? I gave it to you watch! Where did it go?!” Ella exclaimed.

“Calm down, there’s no need to worry. I should have finished my thoughts. We didn’t have your violin because we asked Leo and Alma to bring it back to the house. That way we didn’t have to concern ourselves with anything happening to it.” Edwin explained.

“Oh.” Ella said, her panic subsiding.

Edwin opened the gate, and they continued on their way. Now the two didn’t speak at all. Ella was too absorbed in her own thoughts to notice Edwin’s glances towards her. In fact, she barely noticed anything else around her. They reached the house in what felt like seconds. Ella opened the front door, but looked at Edwin curiously when he followed in behind her.

“Don’t think I’ll be able to make it to my room by myself?” Ella joked softly, smiling ever so slightly.

“Exactly,” Edwin replied as he closed the door, “But in seriousness, I’ll stay here with you.”

“I’ll be alright. You can go back to the festival.” Ella said.

“We left you alone last time. I’m staying.” Edwin countered.

“I’d rather you go.” Ella protested.

Edwin suddenly sighed and looked away. He looked hurt, which left Ella feeling guilty.

“Why does it always seem like you’re pushing us away?” he asked dolefully.

“I’m not, papa. I’m not trying to push you away. I just don’t want you to miss out on all the fun going on because of me.” Ella told him quickly, not wanting him to think that way. She really didn’t mean for her actions to come off in that manner.

“I appreciate the thought, but I want to stay here with you. Big festivals aren’t all that appealing to me anyway.” Edwin explained.

“That last bit is a complete lie.” Ella said knowingly.

“I suppose it is, isn’t it? Then we’re each up to one lie.” Edwin answered.

“What do you mean?” Ella asked confusedly.

“You look rather down, but not sick in any way.”

Ella had no answer for her father. There was no chance of her successfully denying his words, but it would be impossible to tell him what happened with Peter. Thankfully, Edwin didn’t push the matter.

“It’s fine if you don’t want to say anything about it. Unfortunately, I’m not the best at giving out advice in any case. Even though that’s the truth, I want to be here in case you feel as if I might be competent enough to help you out.” Edwin told her with a smile.

Ella’s heart lightened with every word he spoke. Of course, Edwin had comforted her before, yet Ella realized how long it had been since they had spent any time just with the two of them. Her father had become so busy with Sadie’s birth, but even before then they barely saw each other. However, now he knew exactly what to say and do to make her feel better. Edwin said he was no good at giving advice, but he spoke the words she needed to hear the most. He was with her because he wanted to be. He was there to listen. Ella couldn’t help but to smile with relief. She hugged her father tightly around the waist.

“Thank you, papa.” she said appreciatively.

“Well, it seems I’ve managed to do something to make you feel better without even knowing what that thing is.” Edwin answered, hugging her back.

“You’re here is what it is.” Ella let him know.

“Is that all it is?” Edwin asked, slightly surprised, but he smiled as well, “Then I’ll always be there for you.”

Ella smiled wider and let her head rest against Edwin. Maybe she had been pushing the others away without knowing it, and maybe she had been too quick to grow angry at the adults that night. Although today some things had fallen apart, some were also being made right. Feeling less burdened now, Ella decided it might not be impossible for her to forget Peter’s words. She barely remembered them while being held in her father’s embrace.

“Until I have to let you go?”

The statement echoed from Jimmy’s mind into hers. Ella glanced at him. He didn’t notice this at first, and appeared confused and shocked. When he did notice her stare, Jimmy quickly looked the other way realizing he had accidentally let her hear his own thoughts. There was no opportunity to ask him what he meant as Edwin released her from the hug and suggested they have their own picnic lunch outside.

Ella agreed, and followed Edwin to the kitchen. She tried to silently prod Jimmy to explain himself, but he remained quiet. His worried attitude began to affect her. However, Ella ignored the sense of foreboding as she and her father merrily began to slice some meat for sandwiches.