We all had scholarships,
For an intensive musical experience
Performing every two weeks at Meany Hall.
All college students except for me,
Heading into my last year of high school.
The camp had an extra spot,
So they asked my violin teacher,
A professor emeritus,
If he could fill it.
He selected me.
For the first concert,
I was assigned to sit
Next to the girl from Oberlin,
Destined to be a concert master.
She was the section leader
Of the second violins,
We shared a stand,
Making rapturous notes together.
Tall and lean,
Her dark wavy hair framed her aquiline nose
And sultry brown eyes,
Her long dexterous fingers moved effortlessly
As she played with fierce intensity.
Drawing me in like a Gypsy Air,
Under her mysterious spell,
I gathered all of my shy
To ask her out on a date.
As we walked across the warm summer campus,
She told me she had never dated a jock,
But I persisted.
In the evening
We went out to University Ave
I forgot my wallet,
So she paid.
My heart sinking
As we neared the elevator at Haggett Hall,
Reluctantly I said good night.
She stepped toward me and leaned in for my very first kiss,
All was going exceptionally well,
Until she thrust her long alien tongue,
Into my mouth.
Tumbling back on all fours,
I watched her smiling
As the elevator doors
© 2013 M. Tsai