The Final Performance

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic
Can one person change completely in the course of a great night and a few drinks? Dani did. Read and find out what Dani's final performance lead her to doing.

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Submitted: June 18, 2010

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“Come on Dani, or you are going to be late.” My mother called from down the hall. She was trying to hurry me along so that we could get to my violin performance at the school. She knocked on the door then pulling me out of reverie.
 
“I’m going to be waiting in the car, you have five and I mean five minutes. Daniela.” My mother announced before I heard her footsteps, I checked myself one more time in the mirror, I looked no less perfect than I had five minutes ago, smiling I picked up my violin case and music book and ran out to the car. Only slowing down to gently place my things in the backseat. I then jumped into the front passenger seat and my mum drove downtown and then to my school, where I was to – unbeknownst to everyone but me – play my newest composition. My mum pulled up outside the school front doors, and turned to me.
 
“Go in while I go and park the car.” She smiled as I got out of the car pausing to get my things from the back seat. I rushed inside, as I was already running late. I knew that I was to be roughly on at 7:30 and it was already 7:20. I ran onto the backstage area, and found Mrs. Kinsley waiting for me.
 
“Oh there you are Dani; I’ve been looking all over for you.” Mrs. Kinsley muttered as she trotted over to me. She was smiling though, happy that I was finally here.
 
“Are you ready?” Mrs. Kinsley asked, I replied a quick “yes,” as she continued to mutter – in a very mother like fashion – over me.
 
“Dani you’re on in five,” Called Simon the backstage manager, who organized every single detail that run on backstage.
 
“Good luck Dani, I know you’re going to be magnificent.” Mrs. Kinsley muttered before she walked away to mutter at another student.
 
“Four,” Simon called out to me, I started to walk over to where he was standing by the time I had got to him he had counted down to one. I could hear the principle announcing me to the general public who had gathered to hear the students performing tonight.
 
“... And now I would like to present to you Miss. Daniela Cortez.” I could hear the crowd welcoming me onstage, my mother screaming out my name, waving to get my attention. I quickly walked over to the seat, placed my music sheets in place and pressed my violin to my check. I placed the bow to the string and started to play the composition I had written for my mother. The music swirled around the room and sounded as I hope it would sound in the large hall. The song was about a girl who had lost all hope, who constantly changed her mind about whether she wanted to live or die, and then I finished the composition by playing out through the music the choice the girl had made in the end, the choice to take her own life. I stopped the music on a low sad note, and when I raised the whole hall exploded into an applause that was ringing in my ears. I took a bow and basked in the glory that my composition had brought me. I left the stage and waited as the principle announced the winners of tonight’s performance.
 
“In third place is Hugh Hancock with his saxophone number. In second place is Annabelle Smith with her piano number. And in first place is Daniela Cortez with her violin composition.” I walked out onto the stage surprised that I had for the first time in my life won first place. By the time I had walked back onto the backstage my mother was amongst many mothers to be with their kids.
 
“Congratulations honey, you did wonderfully.” My mum said as she wrapped me in a big hug.
 
“Mum you’re embarrassing me.” I tried to squirm away as the blush on my face grew a deeper red.
 
“Come on let’s go home and celebrate.” My mum said pulling me away from the rest of the young budding musicians. She continued to pull me along until we got in the car. The ride home was quicker on the way back, maybe it was the rush of winning first place that made me disorientated with the time, but it didn’t bother me much. She turned off the ignition, and got out of the car and waited for me to get out as well. We went inside, and she pulled out a bottle of vodka from the cellar shelf. She poured two glasses, pushing one towards me.
 
“A drink to celebrate your immense glory,” She toasted rising the glass to her lips, I copied, the alcohol burned my throat at first but after a few more drinks, I was so high that everything was a blur. The last thing I remembered doing was reaching for the butcher knife...
 
Shuddering I sat up in the plastic bed. I had the dream again. The same dream that had been haunting my dreams for a year now, I had killed her that night. I don’t know what it was exactly that sent me over the edge, the immense triumph of winner or the multiple shots of vodka inside of the veins of a fifteen year old. Whatever the cause the result was irreversible, even if I never meant to do it. At first when I was brought here I believed that it was someone else who had killed her because I was overcome with so many emotions, shock and grief being two of the major ones but it didn’t change the fact that I had killed her, my own mother, in cold blood. I knew that I wasn’t going to get out of here, ever, and I didn’t mind because I knew that I deserved it after all that I did to her.


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