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[Veronica Ann Williams]

i'm happy and i know that makes you mad,
I'M FINALLY GETTING OVER YOU.
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it was a bad day and all veronica could think of to get her depression out was playing her violin. after playing violin ever since fourth grade, veronica treated her violin as if a pillow to lay her head on whenever she was in need of happiness. she just walked over to the art center then found herself in a sound proof room, unpacking her violin as quick as can be. while the violin was still in it's case, veronica pucked each string, obviously seeing if her violin strings were still in tune. which, they were. if not, it would only take veronica about a minute to tune quickly. she needed happiness now.

grabbing a stand as quick as she could, veronica threw down a random piece of music, hoping it was in a major key. she could not stand to play any minor pieces at a time like this. veronica sat down on a chair then put her violin in playing position. she eyed the music, which she realized was a piece called toccatina by a composer veronica was trying to pronounce corrently that whole week. veronica tightened her bow then placed it on the a string and playing the starting note. as her bow glided on each string, sounding perfect, veronica's mood got better. something stopped her suddenly. the opening of a door. "hello?" veronica said, loudly, putting down her violin silently. she got up then wondered who was coming in.