Silhouetted

1.2 Every Quarter Random Beat: Raya, Anjeli, Me, and Violin

RAYA

Raya still likes to imagine that friction is an important factor of a violin. Not just the speed, not just the agility of the pitch change, and not even just the tone itself. Raya believes that without the spirit and sense of unification, one can never play any composition correctly. Even if there is a tone coming out of the strings, then the tone will feel empty without a soul.

He was only twenty, eight years ago he was already holding a violin. Now at the age of twenty Raya feels himself has grown into a man. Soon he will truly be a man. But Raya always believes, there is one trait of maleness that she has had since long ago, even without waiting for adulthood: Romantic.

Maybe not excessive, but romance— which always goes hand in hand with love— selected by a violin.

ANJELIC

Her. I don't know why. Can't anyone choose? We are all born without the right to ask what, who, or why. Life is a matter of living the destiny that has been created, so is he. Carnations.

From his mother he got a long shoulder-length hair. Straight and luminous are also dense so that people often clucked on the thick braids of his mother's hair that kept— open when he was a child.

From his father he got brown eyes and a pointed nose. His father was a Dutchman who returned to his country when one night rained. Without umbrella—Anjeli only knows from his mother—he steps out without turning his head, heading for a light blue taxi. Probably to the airport. Then (for sure) he flew. Leaving wife. And Anjeli. Small-time. Still baby. With plain eyes and not understanding anything.

But now Anjeli is twenty-three. He already understands. Sometimes people have to leave. And what he leaves behind sometimes has to feel alone. Because being an only child from childhood makes him understand what it means to be alone.

Now after he was twenty-three. From his father there is still something. It is a feeling of wanting to be free. A feeling of wanting to understand his desire. But Anjeli can't. Because from his mother he had received teachings about life that must be fought alone. Sometimes when we struggle, no one helps. Sometimes we have to cry alone in a gago. In silence. And Anjeli (trying) understood.

I have seen in a painting by an Italian painter, Gaudenzio Ferrari de Bergamo painted around 1529, seen some string instruments that have three or four strings and played with leaning on the shoulder. I thought it was the first depiction of an instrument similar to a violin.

Then I wondered, when and where was the violin born?

Until now I don't know for sure. It is possible that the violin was born in northern Italy in the Milan area between 1520 and 1550. Among the instruments that still exist today, there are recorded two violins with three strings made Andrea Amati and Cremona in 1542 and 1546 respectively.

Then the first violin with four strings was made by this designer also in 1555. then in 1560, Andrea Amati received an order from the king of France, and the, Charles IX consists of 38 instruments consisting of 24 violins, 6 alto violins and 8 sello. This shows he was the first greatest violin maker. But Andrea Amati is not the creator of the violin.

Until now I still believe the violin was made by Kaspar (whatever.), I forgot his last name, maybe also Tieffenbrucker or Duiffoprugcar or Gasparo da Salo. The important thing is not Andrea Amati.

But regardless of who makes it, the violin is undeniably the most amazing musical instrument among all musical instruments. Especially because of the beauty of the shape, the simplicity of the material used and the purity of the sound. Declare the culmination of instrument making.

Therefore, violin makers usually get fame in his time. Because they know what they're doing.

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