'Viloin Technical/Descriptive Essay\r'

'The crowd waited in silence as minutes had passed. Then suddenly the velvet violent curtains began to pull up stakes. Rushing to opposite sides of the stage revealing a girl. The spotlight shining bright directly on her, you could see the fear in her glossy cobnut eyeball as she took a quick glimpse into the crowd. She slowly closed her eyes and gently hardened her head on her shoulder rest of her delightful classical 4/4 violin. We watched as she dictated her fingers correctly and there it was, the first hang-up down. A delightful A flat. So petite and perfect you knew her surgical procedure was going to be astonishing.A violin is a fine instrument to look at. That beauty, which comes from the instruments curved and often vivid tree trunk, is what helps make the voice you detect. The body of a violin is hollow. The strings are above the body, susp dismissed by a span. The bridge is a sm wholly, maple piece of wood. This bridge is secured on the instrument because of the tension of the strings. When the violin is play, the quiver of the strings is transferred from the bridge to the body. The vibration is amplified in the body of the violin, and this is the work you hear.The sound of a well played violin is the sound of emotions, from the length of sadness to the shortness of expectations. Sometimes, its low thumb, whispering resembling the wind and toneily want a blanket and then it gets high and higher until the pitch is so high, its borderline painful, but just before you reach the pain… it scratch and get silenced… and then whispers again. The violin is the highest pitch instrument in the orchestra wish well the higher part of a piano. Sometimes the violin can sound scratchy when you mess up but separate times it sounds like harmony and peace when you succeed.Sounds like the high pitch of the bird singing immaterial your window that wakes you up in the morning. Majestic like water, drops of water creating ripples of sound. Waves that flow into your ears and give you those goosebumps that make the circumstantial hairs on your arms stand up. The beautiful sound that makes your ears ask for to a greater extent and more of its gorgeousness . That when they stop acting you feel that little crack in your heart from the loss of the astonishing sound you crave for more of. She pulled back on her bow creating her furthest note. Her last note was a decrescendo on the note E.She drew back her bow slowly not quite letting the beautiful sound end just yet, It slowly faded away into the distance, my ears lingered to hear the note that was disappearing into the darkness. My eyes were closed , on the QT begging to hear more but all i heard was silence. I opened my eyes and saw she had picked up her bow. The audience was so knocked out(p) they sat in silence. That pause felt like eternity but then i stood to my feet and began to venerate her, as everybody else in the crowd followed me and a tear fell o ff my cheek, Knowing that was my student on that stage.\r\n'