{"id":5501,"date":"2022-05-23T11:38:40","date_gmt":"2022-05-23T17:38:40","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.rescotcreative.com\/?page_id=5501"},"modified":"2022-05-23T20:55:17","modified_gmt":"2022-05-24T02:55:17","slug":"no-strings-attached","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/www.rescotcreative.com\/br\/fiction-fridays\/no-strings-attached\/","title":{"rendered":"No Strings Attached"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/player.blubrry.com\/id\/83872072#\" title=\"Blubrry Podcast Player\" scrolling=\"no\" width=\"100%\" height=\"138px\" frameborder=\"0\"><\/iframe>\n\n\n\n<div class=\"wp-block-image\"><figure class=\"alignright size-medium\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"188\" height=\"300\" src=\"https:\/\/www.rescotcreative.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/02\/No-Strings-Attached-cover-EN-188x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-2105\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.rescotcreative.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/02\/No-Strings-Attached-cover-EN-188x300.jpg 188w, https:\/\/www.rescotcreative.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/02\/No-Strings-Attached-cover-EN-15x24.jpg 15w, https:\/\/www.rescotcreative.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/02\/No-Strings-Attached-cover-EN-23x36.jpg 23w, https:\/\/www.rescotcreative.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/02\/No-Strings-Attached-cover-EN-30x48.jpg 30w, https:\/\/www.rescotcreative.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/02\/No-Strings-Attached-cover-EN.jpg 563w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 188px) 100vw, 188px\" \/><\/figure><\/div>\n\n\n\n<p>The rank smell of body odor and musty wood filled Vince\u2019s nostrils as he lowered the viola to his side. A glance at his watch showed 7:45 p.m. He\u2019d been practicing for two hours already, and for what? A botched version of this orchestral excerpt. <em>Yep, pretty sure it sounded worse than before.<\/em> The bare white walls of the practice room seemed to close in around him. Time for a couple minutes of break from this musical jail cell.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>After he laid the instrument in its case, Vince yanked open the door. Why was the building so empty? Students practiced until at least ten most nights. As he meandered down the hallway to the vending machine, a few trombone blasts accosted his ears. So, Vince wasn\u2019t the only one practicing tonight after all.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>He inserted a couple of bills and selected a candy bar and a bag of chips.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cNot much of a dinner on Valentine\u2019s Day, is it?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Vince spun around and found himself face-to-face with Tristan, trombone in hand.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-full\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"900\" height=\"506\" src=\"https:\/\/www.rescotcreative.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/05\/Trombone.png\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-5587\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.rescotcreative.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/05\/Trombone.png 900w, https:\/\/www.rescotcreative.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/05\/Trombone-300x169.png 300w, https:\/\/www.rescotcreative.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/05\/Trombone-768x432.png 768w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 767px) 89vw, (max-width: 1000px) 54vw, (max-width: 1071px) 543px, 580px\" \/><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cHello,\u201d Vince muttered.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Tristan grunted. \u201cYou planning on splitting the candy bar with someone? Pretty cheap date, I\u2019d say.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Vince shrugged. \u201cI don\u2019t see you here with anyone.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cI have reservations for 8:30.\u201d Tristan fingered the valves of the trombone as if trying to eek out a few more moments of practice. \u201cAt Lucianos on Main Street. They were booked solid until then.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Vince nodded.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cI\u2019d better get going.\u201d Tristan clapped his hand on Vince\u2019s shoulder. \u201cWouldn\u2019t want to keep my date waiting. I\u2019ll let you get back to your date with <em>Viola.<\/em>\u201d He snickered.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Anger bubbled up inside Vince. \u201cBased on the shrieking noises blasting from your practice room, I\u2019d say you need a date with your instrument, too.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Tristan scowled before he stomped off.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Vince creaked open the door to his practice room, his insides churning. It was Valentine\u2019s Day, the reason for the nearly empty building. How did everyone manage to find a date except him? Even Tristan. A glance at the excerpt on the music stand almost made him gag on his candy bar. He couldn\u2019t look at that passage anymore tonight. But where could he go? All the restaurants would be booked with lovey-dovey couples. No use even trying one of those. Maybe the coffee shop would still have a few seats available. At least there he could bury his head in a book and avoid attracting attention to his lonely state. Yes, that would be best.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-full\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"900\" height=\"506\" src=\"https:\/\/www.rescotcreative.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/05\/Viola.png\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-5583\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.rescotcreative.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/05\/Viola.png 900w, https:\/\/www.rescotcreative.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/05\/Viola-300x169.png 300w, https:\/\/www.rescotcreative.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/05\/Viola-768x432.png 768w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 767px) 89vw, (max-width: 1000px) 54vw, (max-width: 1071px) 543px, 580px\" \/><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<p>###<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Bells jingled as Gaby pulled open the door to Caf\u00e9 Chocolat. She propped it open with her foot and maneuvered her guitar case through the entrance as the sweet smell of coffee and chocolate greeted her senses. Her stomach rumbled. Maybe she should\u2019ve eaten dinner before coming. But she was scheduled to play in fifteen minutes. No time for food now. Besides, the line for coffee and pastries nearly reached the door. Apparently every couple at Belton University had chosen this place to spend Valentine\u2019s Day. Ugh. Worst holiday of the year. Why did society have to highlight all the happy couples in the world? This day made singles stand out like a harpist in a rock band.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Gaby pushed several heart decorations dangling from the ceiling out of her face as she made her way to the wall behind the stage. The guy at the mic, in a light pink button-down shirt and khaki pants, crooned love songs.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Her own tattered jeans and black T-shirt didn\u2019t exactly scream Valentine\u2019s Day. She squatted, set her guitar case on the floor, and clicked open the latches. Hopefully the strings hadn\u2019t slipped too much with the February cold.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>A few minutes later, prep boy finished, and the crowd erupted with applause. A wide grin spread across his face as he took a bow.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cEncore,\u201d a girl at the front table shouted.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cI\u2019d love to, but I\u2019ve gotta make room for the next act.\u201d He gestured for Gaby to take the stage.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>She lowered herself onto the stool in front of the mic, then propped her guitar on her thigh. The strings rang out as she tuned all six to their proper pitches. Bells jingled as the entrance door opened, and a tall guy stepped inside with a bulky case. Definitely not a guitar but too big to be a mandolin or ukulele. What was it?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>###<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Vince\u2019s ears perked up as the strains of acoustic guitar filled the room. A girl with shaggy, brunette hair sat perched on a wooden stool, hunched over the instrument. Her dark attire stood in stark contrast to the bright reds and pinks worn by most of the other coffeehouse patrons. A tattoo of music notes on a staff swiveled all the way up her right arm.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>After several moments of meticulous tuning, the girl leaned into the mic.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cHi, I\u2019m Gaby, and I\u2019m going to play a few originals tonight. This first one is called \u2018Lizards in the Land.\u2019\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><em>Hmm. Should be interesting.<\/em> Not at all what he\u2019d expected for a Valentine\u2019s Day concert. He liked this girl more and more every minute.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Her tattooed arm dropped to strum several loud chords, then her edgy voice knocked him back a few steps. Several girls in front covered their ears. A couple at a high top in the back stood to leave. Fortuitous, since Vince hadn\u2019t spotted any other open seats. He set his viola case on the floor at his feet and sat at the now-vacated table. Elbows propped and chin in his hands, he listened, mesmerized. Her sound was unlike anything he\u2019d ever heard at the music school. True, her voice lacked classical training and finesse, but her breath-support was incredible, and her intonation spot-on.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>###<\/p>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-full\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"900\" height=\"506\" src=\"https:\/\/www.rescotcreative.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/05\/Guitar.png\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-5582\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.rescotcreative.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/05\/Guitar.png 900w, https:\/\/www.rescotcreative.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/05\/Guitar-300x169.png 300w, https:\/\/www.rescotcreative.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/05\/Guitar-768x432.png 768w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 767px) 89vw, (max-width: 1000px) 54vw, (max-width: 1071px) 543px, 580px\" \/><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<p>After the conclusion of \u201cLizards of the Land\u201d several couples stood up to leave. Gaby\u2019s heart sank when the same thing happened after the next couple of songs. What if the whole cafe cleared out during her set? They\u2019d never let her play here again. She should\u2019ve known that a Frenchy place like Caf\u00e9 Chocolat wasn\u2019t the venue for her alternative style.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cI\u2019ve got one more number for you guys, then I\u2019ll leave you to your dates and coffee. This next song is \u201c\u2018Artists\u2019 Escape\u2019.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cWish I could make my escape,\u201d a guy said from a table to the left. His date held a mug to her lips and giggled.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Tears threatened to spill down Gaby\u2019s cheeks. Why\u2019d she let these guys get to her? She\u2019d never allowed other people\u2019s opinions to affect her before. Her pride rested in her independence and originality\u2014 not in popular appeal. Still, it\u2019d be nice if <em>someone <\/em>liked her music.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>She finished up the last few chords, then stood up. \u201cThat\u2019s it for me tonight.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cThank goodness,\u201d a girl in a fuchsia sweater muttered.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Head down, Gaby returned to her guitar case. What a disastrous night.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cNice job.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cWhat?\u201d She looked up to see the guy with the weird instrument standing over her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>He leaned his free arm against the wall. \u201cI said nice job.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>She turned back to her case and latched it shut. \u201cNo need to lie. I know everyone hated it.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cI didn\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cLook.\u201d She grabbed her instrument case and stood. \u201cI\u2019m not in the mood for flirting, flattery, or whatever.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>His brow furrowed. \u201cI\u2026 uh \u2026wasn\u2019t trying to do either. I don\u2019t believe in flattery, and I\u2019ve never been a good flirt.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>A smile tugged at the corner of her mouth. <em>Was this guy a joke<\/em>?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cLook, I legitimately liked your songs. I\u2019ve played music my whole life, and I\u2019ve never heard a sound like yours. So authentic and hard core.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>The knot in Gaby\u2019s stomach loosened. \u201cOkay. I\u2019ll pretend to believe you. What instrument is that anyway?\u201d She pointed to the case strapped to his back.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cOh this?\u201d He slung it forward. \u201cGuess.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cHmm.\u201d Her eyebrows knitted as she squinted to examine it. \u201cViolin?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cClose. Viola.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cWhat\u2019s the difference?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cThey\u2019re similar, but the viola is bigger and plays lower notes than the violin.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cI\u2019ve never seen one before.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cI\u2019m not surprised.\u201d He laughed. \u201cA lot of people haven\u2019t. Want to hear it? We could have a jam session.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>She frowned. Was he hitting on her?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cNot a date, if that\u2019s why you\u2019re worried.\u201d He stepped back a few paces. \u201cNo strings attached. I promise.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>A laugh escaped her lips. Not a bad line from a fellow string player. \u201cSure, why not? I\u2019m Gaby, by the way.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cVince.\u201d He grinned.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>###<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Vince\u2019s palms started to sweat. Had this girl just said yes to his non-date? He couldn\u2019t remember the last time a girl had agreed to do anything with him that wasn\u2019t a class requirement.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cWhere do you want to go? The next act is about to start.\u201d Gaby pointed to the jazz trio setting up on stage.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Think fast. What would be open now? Nothing outside\u2014too cold. No way would he invite a girl back to his dorm room. It was a mess and smelled like his roommate\u2019s leftover pizza from a few days ago. \u201cHow about the music school?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cSounds cool,\u201d she nodded. \u201cI\u2019ve never been there before.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cMost people haven\u2019t. We music majors are an insular breed.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>She laughed again. \u201cAnd you\u2019re going to let a non-music major into your secret club?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Her laugh caused his insides to flip. What had gotten into him?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cYou might not be so excited when we get to the practice rooms. They look like jail cells.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Her free hand flew to her hip. \u201cYou\u2019re telling me I\u2019m headed to some creepy room in a building I\u2019ve never entered with a guy I\u2019ve never met before?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>He gulped. Maybe this wasn\u2019t such a good idea.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>She swatted him playfully on the arm. \u201cJust messing with you. Let\u2019s go.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>###<\/p>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-full\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"900\" height=\"506\" src=\"https:\/\/www.rescotcreative.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/05\/Blended-Band.png\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-5605\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.rescotcreative.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/05\/Blended-Band.png 900w, https:\/\/www.rescotcreative.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/05\/Blended-Band-300x169.png 300w, https:\/\/www.rescotcreative.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/05\/Blended-Band-768x432.png 768w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 767px) 89vw, (max-width: 1000px) 54vw, (max-width: 1071px) 543px, 580px\" \/><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<p>Gaby let out a breath as she pulled up to the old-fashioned brick building. She\u2019d passed it every day on her way to the psychology department but had never set foot inside. She\u2019d figured it was full of stodgy, uptight, classical musicians. Was she crazy to meet Vince here? She pulled into an empty parking spot, then shot a text to her roommate. \u201cAt the music school with a new guy.\u201d Best to let someone else know her whereabouts, to be safe.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Vince drove up beside her and climbed out of his car. \u201cHey.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cHi.\u201d She grabbed her guitar from the back seat and moved next to him. \u201cThis building looks like a time capsule from the 19th-century.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>He chuckled. \u201cThat\u2019s probably because it is. I don&#8217;t think they\u2019ve renovated it much since then. The big bucks go to the science building.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cThat\u2019s for sure.\u201d She glanced at the impressive, modern edifice across the bridge, gleaming with light.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Once Inside, the two climbed up a flight of winding stairs, then stepped into a large hallway lined with multiple metal doors.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>She frowned. \u201cYou weren\u2019t kidding about the jail cell thing.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cNope.\u201d He glanced around. \u201cThere aren\u2019t nearly as many people here tonight as usual since they\u2019re on dates for Valentine\u2019s Day. We could probably avoid the practice rooms and jam here if you prefer.\u201d He pointed to a couple of lumpy green couches at the entrance to the hallway.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cSure.\u201d <em>Thoughtful. <\/em>He didn\u2019t want to shove her into a tiny space with him. She squatted down to pull out her guitar while he retrieved his viola. \u201cSo, what do you wanna play?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cLizards in the Land, of course.\u201d His green eyes twinkled.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cHow do you know the notes? You\u2019ve only heard it once in your life.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>He leaned back against the sofa, stretching his long legs in front of him. \u201cI started to play music when I was three using an auditory-first method. I didn\u2019t read notes until years later. So I can play by ear.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cYou\u2019ll play what I sing?\u201d This was incredulous.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cNo, I\u2019ll improvise.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>How in the world could this guy make up something for a song she\u2019d written only a week ago?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cAll right.\u201d She shifted on the couch. \u201cMight as well give it a go.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>She strummed a few chords, waiting for his entrance. Did he even know what key she was playing? Sure enough, just in time for the vocals, he entered in perfect pitch with a low G. He held it for several bars, then moved to D, and back to G. Whoa. Not what she expected. This guy wasn\u2019t half bad.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>At the start of the second verse, his fingers quickened as he played several faster notes. What an incredible skill, to come up with all this in the moment. She\u2019d spent hours perfecting this song. When the chorus returned, his eyes met hers. Heat spread to her cheeks as his gaze fell to her mouth. Did he want to kiss her? She didn\u2019t even know the guy. But a little part of her wished he would.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>His bow moved in perfect unison with the lyrics, but the rich tone of the notes he played was much lower\u2014deeper, like dark chocolate. The two parts blended in perfect harmony.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>The song drew to a close, but she couldn\u2019t take her eyes off his. \u201cThat was incredible,\u201d she blurted. \u201cI\u2019ve never heard anyone jump in like that before, especially not for one of my songs.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cYou\u2019re brilliant.\u201d He beamed as he lowered the viola to his side. \u201cYour lyrics are original, not like the sappy stuff you hear on pop radio.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Finally, someone who understood her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cYou should perform again. When\u2019s your next gig?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Her gaze fell to her shoes. \u201cNo idea. I doubt Caf\u00e9 Chocolat will have me back anytime soon. I cleared out the place. The moment they see my name, they\u2019ll nix my slot.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cDon\u2019t write your name. What if we signed up together?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cUnder yours?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cNo. Like a band name.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cStill, they\u2019d all leave again.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cNot if I bring my friends. They\u2019d love you.\u201d His face turned red. \u201cThey\u2019re all gamers who don\u2019t get out much and would totally dig your style.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cDo you really think so?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>His lips curved up. \u201cPositive.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cWhat should we pick for our band name.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cHow about No Strings Attached?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Genius. \u201cPerfect for a string duo.\u201d She tapped her guitar case.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cAwesome, I\u2019ll sign up for next week.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>She planted a kiss on his cheek. \u201cGreat. 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