Friday, June 30, 2017

Symphonie Chapter Three


S Y M P H O N I E


Movement One
Allegro Con Brio

03     Julia looked quite ‘professional’ in chat.

Her responses were pretty much fast which showed she was typing with the lightning speed! 

“You must be exhausted after a great concert, so I say good night and hope to talk soon,” He suggested.

“Well, yes, a concert always dries the batteries!  Thanks.  Talk later,” She approved.

That’s it.  Suddenly he felt lonelier than ever.  He felt . . . well, feelings for her.  It was strange, very strange.  Something was happening in less than a couple of hours, after only one distant look, and exchange of a few words.  This was the third time he had this feeling.

The first time it was a young girl, Janet, sixteen years old, when he was seventeen, about thirty-seven years before.  They were madly in love.  In his culture there was no room for very close relations--if you know what this means-- before marriage, but only pure, Platonic love.  However, being from very open minded, modern families, they had small kisses now and then, and he could still feel the taste of her kisses, and the beautiful scent of her hair and her lovely body.  It did not last forever though; not that they broke up or something.  She got leukemia, and died in less than six months.  C’est la vie . . . that’s life!  Damn, cruel life. 

A few months after Janet’s tragic death, the loveliest Love Story of all time was on the silver screens.  He was shocked that it was his story—their story!  The movie was based upon a novel with the same title by Erich Segal.  Beautiful Ali MacGraw played Jennifer Cavalleri, a Radcliffe student of music, and Ryan O’Neal played Oliver Barrett IV, a Harvard law student.

As a classic typical scenario in 1960s, Oliver was from a super rich family
with a banker father, but he hated the family fortune and influence.  Jenny was, on the other side, from a poor baker family, but about to graduate from the well-known college.  They fell in love at first glance, married, and had a happy life.  But soon they learned the sad fact that she was sick—very sick.  At the death bed, she was complaining that she, a Radcliffe music graduate, could not recall the Kochel* number of Mozart’s Piano Concerto Number Twenty-one! 

Segal published another novel later, Oliver’s Story, which started where Love Story ended with the tragic death of Jenny.  It was—and still is—another great work of Segal’s, but not even close to Love Story, a best seller of that time and then a classic in English literature.

Later, whenever Farhad felt bad, he checked his memory (remembering that last chapter of the book); yes, he still knew the concerto was Kv. 427 and it was in C major.  And Symphony Forty was Kv. 550 in G minor.  And the sacred Symphony Nine was Op. 125 in D minor.  So he was not dead, not yet!

Now that he was thinking about all such details, he was amazed by the magic of the names.  Was it just a coincidence that all these names started with a J?  Janet, Jenny, and now Julia! 

Back to Julia, the new Julia . . . he googled** the name; no many returns: a short video in which a quartet was performing one of the movements of Vivaldi’s Four Seasons***.  Her brother was leading from the first violin chair, Julia on viola, and two others were playing the second violin and the cello.  And in another one, a TV channel was interviewing her about the Middle Eastern music.  It was good to know that her ex-husband was from the Middle East and she had learned a lot about the culture and music of that region of the world.  Nothing else could he find.

The day after, he went out for a photography session.  He had started to shoot photos when he was fourteen, with a Canon Cannonet 28 camera he bought for eighty-five dollars of his savings, but he never learned it seriously.  It was only five or six years back that he got an inexpensive point-and-shoot digital Canon and fell in love with digital photography.  He started to read tens of books and learned all technical matters.  Then it turned to be his second serious hobby, after music.  Now, he had an SLR**** camera and took pretty nice pictures.  He was almost mastering in two categories of photography: floral and portraiture.

When he returned home late afternoon and started to download the photos from the camera to his laptop, he noticed a message from Julia . . . still in private messages of Facebook!  He was reading it before he could even know how fast he opened the message. 

God . . . it was an invite!


* Kochel (Kv.) is the serial number of works by Mozart.  In general, a number called ‘opus’ (Op.) number (opus means work in Latin and opera is the plural) is used as serial number for other musicians.  But Mozart did not write down the opus number of his works himself, so a musicologist called Ludwig von Kochel organized and numbered his works after his death

** Google was first a search engine in the Internet.  But so widely used in place of search, now ‘to google’ is a substitute for ‘to search’, with googled as both the past tense and past participle

*** Antonio Vivaldi: the famous Italian composer.  And four violin concerti (concertos) called ‘The Four Seasons’ are his most widely performed works

**** SLR: single lens reflection, the high end, more sophisticated and expensive cameras

Symphonie, Chapter Two
Symphonie, Chapter Four

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