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Stolen Kisses

Stolen Kisses

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Chapter 1 Dissonance and Discord

Word Count: 2414    |    Released on: 24/06/2024

tension was different, a taut string threatening to snap. Eleanor Wright, poised under the spotlight with her violin, Amelia, nestled under her chin, felt the tremor run through her own fingertips.

ery bow stroke, lived in her muscle memory, honed through countless hours until they felt less like music and more like an extension of her own body. Yet, instead

ffs, distorted and raw, ripped a hole in the velvet silence. The rhythmic pounding of drums followed, a beat that felt more like a primal pulse than a controlled

by the looks of him, with a wild mane of brown hair escaping a faded baseball cap. His fingers danced across the guitar strings with a reckless abandon that seemed to defy physics. His voice, raw and

wave of applause washed over the street performer, Jax as the faded poster on his makeshift stage proclaimed. The dissonanc

ed over, her face a mask of disapproval that bordered on apoplexy. "What was that racket? Security needs to ha

rself with the vehemence in her tone. It wasn't just the disruption, although that had certainly thrown her off-kilter moments before taking center stage. There was s

Concerto became a series of perfectly executed notes, devoid of the usual emotional depth that usually resonated from

flecting the dim glow of the table lamp. Yet, even here, the echoes of the street performance lingered. It wasn't the melody itself, somethin

, a symphony of order leading to this moment, her solo recital. Music, for her, was a language of control, a way to express emotions wi

rk of something else, a flicker of something primal that had stirred within her. A part of her, a tiny, rebellious voice, almost admired the brazenness of Jax's performance, the way he defied convention and poured h

to practice, reflected her need for order. Music, to her, was an equation to be solved, a puzzle with precisely placed notes and phrases. But somet

notes seemed to dance on the page, mocking her attempts at control. Frustration gnawed at her, her usual focus replaced by a gnawing sense of un

from her own body. The backstage air crackled with nervous energy, the hushed whispers

er. The spotlight seemed impossibly bright, and the expectant faces of the

leeting moment, their eyes locked, and the world seemed to fade away. There was a knowing glint in his gaze, a spark of

s the first notes of the concerto flowed from her bow, something shifted within her. It was still Brahms, still the structured b

within her. For the first time, she wasn't just playing the notes, she was feeling them, pouring her soul into the music with a passion she never kn

ouldn't help but steal another glance across the street. Jax was gone, but the echo of his wild melody and the me

e felt muted, replaced by a persistent restlessness. The applause, the laudatory reviews, none of it reson

herself experimenting with the melodies, introducing subtle variations, a slight bend to a note here, a lingering flourish there. It wasn'

d a makeshift stage. It was Jax, his hair a little less wild today, his clothes slightly cleaner. Bu

orium. Today, Jax's music was more soulful, a bluesy melody that spoke of heartbreak and longing. As Ellie listened, a famil

aze met hers again, a question flickering in his eyes. On impulse, she

said, surprised at the s

arm, genuine soun

ic, his nomadic lifestyle, chasing gigs and inspiration wherever he could find it. Ellie spoke

, a comfortable silence settled between them. Ellie realized, with a jolt of su

nd through his hair, "what a

al, a chance to collaborate with renowned musicians. It was an opportunity she'd worked

r, the same spark that had infused her performance with a newfound d

, a playful glint in her eye

e jazz bar downtown," he began, and for the first time in her life, Ellie found herself drawn not t

ast to the pristine halls Ellie usually frequented. She felt a thrill course through her as she entered, the air thick with the

istically fast in her chest, wove her way through the crowded tables, the worn wood sticky from spilled drinks.

ated deep within her soul. The saxophone wailed, a mournful cry that spoke of smoky back alleys and heartbreak. The piano player wov

out emotion, raw and unfiltered, a language that spoke straight to the soul. She found herself swaying in her sea

u're finally havi

suppress the genuine laughter bubbling up

. Jax introduced her to the other musicians, a motley crew of passionate artists chasing their dreams one gig at a time

g shimmering reflections on the wet pavement from a recent downpour.

started, searching

Jax finishe

of their worlds, the dissonance between their lives, sud

ark of rebellion, the spark of passion, the spark ignited by the discordant melody

she whispered,

omise of something more waiting to be explored. As Jax pulled awa

seen of me, right?" he asked

finitely not," she replied, the carefully ordered symphony of her li

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