Immortal Melody

By Olga Salar

When the love for music becomes an obsession a very simple question arises, what price are you willing to pay for it?
What are you able to give up to achieve your goals?
What if you lost the only woman you loved?
What would you be willing to sacrifice?

• Language: English
• Publisher: BadPress
• Release date: Jan 18, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393483083

Olga Salar

Olga Salar. He was born on January 22, 1978 in Valencia. He graduated in Hispanic philology to quench his curiosity for words while combining his passion for reading. He wrote his first novel with a theory, for her bright and contrasted, about the disastrous of the first times, An unexpected love (Sapphire. Planet), and after it followed the youthful immortals of Lazos Inmortales (Kiwi). In this same genre he has just published How to Survive Love (Planet). Although it has been in adult romantic where he has found his voice. She is the author of Intimate Enemies (Versatile), A Pending appointment (Versatile), Jimena does not defoliate daisies (Versatile), Just a wish (Sapphire. Planet), Say yes, with which she was a special mention in the II HQÑ Digital Award, I have dreamed of you (Versatile), Romance a la carte (Versatile) A risky kiss (HQÑ) and I miss you anyway (Amazon), Kilo and ¾ of love (Amazon), Delight Me I Love You (HQÑ), With You I want it all (HQÑ), Duel of wills (HQÑ), The heart of a lady (HQÑ), The Nobles series (Amazon) and I told you not to touch her anymore (Amazon), A night under the sky (Amazon).

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Chapter 1

Florence, Italy 1535

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My fingers ached from so many hours of piano practice. My head was dull from thinking so much... My father was angry at me for exercising mi mind and not my muscles. Although anger was very subtle word to describe what he felt for his only son, if he added that he did not write sonnets to the lady they had chosen to be my wife, the word became furious and even stayed short.

The nobles had to be skilled in fencing in addition to many other arts, such as hunting, dancing and conversation, but above all we should know how to flirt... But, to start, I hated hunting and although I liked fencing, I had no point of comparison with the pleasure that music gave me, in all areas. The feeling of listening to a concert or to give one myself, that pleasure was identical. As for women, I still wasn’t interested in any of them, much less in a future wife.

The woman I wanted to marry needed to be a soulless as the courtly rhythms that prevailed in the dances.

He had always hated Thursday morning, he had gym class first thing in the morning. The whole institute knew why he was exempt from it, but, although I have had never attended class, the teacher forced me to present myself promptly at the gym door for five minutes later, to send me to a music classroom, empty at that time, so I could do all my homework or to study, but I already brought homework from my home.

Not that I was the most studious student in the world, it was simply that I have always been an organized person, I have never liked the unexpected. So, like every Thursday, I turned on the iPod, took the book that had started last night and tried to spend the remaining fifty minutes to finish the class that was as boring as possible, a task complicated was that the book I had chosen was, at least...dense.

On the other hand, I encouraged myself to learn all that before I started English, the second class in the morning. Andre, my best friend, would come to pick me up to go to the classroom together, so I wouldn’t be alone when my time to pick my books from the office came.

Meanwhile, in the solitude of the class, I could only think that I had another day to thank...

I got stuck in my reading, I had read the same line four times without understanding what it said. I closed my eyes and struggled to forget that the day would pass soon and that my personal account was gradually extinguishing...

When classes were over, Andrea would come home to study, then we would have Chinese or Kebab for dinner like every week, and as soon as I wanted, I needed to realize that it would be Friday. My father would go on a weekend and I would have the house all for myself. I twisted my mouth while thinking, knowing Andre, I was sure that the house for me was a dream, a utopia, I was not going to get rid of her so easily. She would insist on putting me makeup and combing my hair for me. She would prepare me for my non date with Samuel, since she had been thinking about what I should wear for days. Oh my God! It was just Samuel and we were just going to the movies. We had been thousands of times together since his family moved to the house next door when we were thirteen. We had dined together so many times in all this time, and it had never been a milestone in our lives. I assumed that the fact that we were alone this time, made it different in my friend’s eyes. Although what made the difference to me was that, for a few months, our relationship had become more confusing. He was still one of my best friends, but sometimes, being with him, I couldn’t help feeling different, as if something had changed between us and I hadn’t realized it until this moment.

In any case, it was silly of me, he had never looked at me like that kind of girl and I did not quite know my feelings for him. I left my mind blank at the moment the song Cut started playing on my iPod, I couldn’t help the lyrics escaping my lips, that was when I had the feeling that I was no longer alone, that there was someone else... Someone who was watching me on silence. I has squeezed my eyes harder trying to erase the intense sensation that tickled my stomach. It couldn’t be him, it wasn’t...

Bravo! Andrea applauded three minutes later, when the song came to an end and my voice faded out.

How long have you been there? I asked happily.

All the final part of your performance. She teased. "Are we going to class? I am trying to pass English Literature, and that the teacher is your father does not make my homework much easier, really. He knows me too wee, he knows that I don’t have a dog that eats my homework and that my grandmother is not sick.

Very funny, what did you expect? It doesn’t help me much to be his daughter, besides don’t get your hopes up, you know that as soon as they can send a substitute for Lucinda. My father already has enough with his students to take care of our class." I commented too much on the defensive, Andrea had said nothing about my father, but even so, I instinctively stood guard. My father was all I had, along with my uncle Damon, my mother’s brother, and both, they were untouchable.

I know, but I hope that by then I have already passed an exam at least, she said shrugging her shoulders further.

I don’t want to be an edge, but with Lucinda you didn’t approved them either." I replied.

She shot me a withering look, but didn’t protest, aware that I was telling the truth.

Perhaps you should ask Marc for help for the next exam, you know that this course is his specialty.  He always gets the best grades. I proposed and automatically blushed.

I don’t think it is necessary, there is still hope for me

Her face shined brightly, so I shut up and said nothing. I preferred not to bother the moment or insist on her to ask Marc for help. It was obvious that she could count on me for the exam, but I was determined that those two would end up together. When they were close, the sparks exploded everywhere, it was time that wither of them moved a token and a few afternoons of study would be the perfect push for them.

The rest of the day passed without sorrow or glory, we studied, ate cookies and talked about boys, and one part of me hoped that when I woke up on Friday everything was going to be different, the other part feared that things between Samuel and I would change. I did not like the changes, I had always preferred that the things that worked continue as they were. I guess the monotony made me feel safe.

The next morning I woke up more animated than usual, although I refused to analyze the reasons, I knew that dating Samuel had something to do with it. Maybe because he was my first non-date with my best friend.

I put on tight jeans, high boots and the turquoise blue sweater that Dad gave me for my last birthday, it was perfect because it highlighted my blue eyes.

I combed my long brown hair with my fingers to prevent too many waves from curling, I put on some makeup to cover my paleness and put on some gloss on my lips. After approving the image of the body the mirror returned to me, I went down to take breakfast. Dad had already left, so I took it easy and started reading while nibbling on the toast. When I came to senses, time had passed, I had to run to brush my teeth, sprayed a few drops of perfume on me and ran out the door.

Samuel was already in the corner waiting for me, he looked surprised.

You look nice! He said with his eyes fixed on my lips.

Thank you, you seem amazed. I scoffed to hide my bewilderment at his words.

I am... No! What I mean is that I am not astonished to see you with makeup and it suits you very well, he finally clarified after the initial block.

I’ve only used gloss, as always, I specified, I didn’t like the idea that I thought I did it for him, even if it was partly that way. I was part of the group of girls who went to class with a little gloss on the lips and mascara on the eyelashes. Makeup, shadows and black stripes, left them for more special moments than going to take notes.

He did not answered and handed me the helmet, I got on his motorcycle and started. Upon arriving at the institute, we saw that Andrea was talking with Marc, we parked and approached them. Marc and Andrea flirted tirelessly since almost a lifetime. She turned to me with a bright smile, I almost felt guilty for interrupting whatever they were talking about. Marc greeted us just as smiling so I finally ended up feeling guilty.

We chatted a few minutes outside, Samuel and Marc left for the first class of the day joking with each other. We also entered together and each one went to his ticket office, located about three meters away in the same row. Oliver was taking out his books when I stood beside him, without looking at him, I opened mine.

Hello, Danielle, he said kindly, I could tell he was smiling because of the voice he used to speak, although I didn’t turn to check. I clenched my teeth and didn’t answer him. Hey, didn’t Professor Collins teach you that it’s rude not to answer when someone talks to you? He snapped, visibly annoyed at my lack of interest.

I still didn’t answer. Trying to keep my eyes fixed on my books, waiting for him to get tired and leave. It was what I had been doing since the same day we met. He took his books without looking at me and left, what was different about that day?

Wow and I thought that being English was synonymous with polite and educated, he said referring to my father’s origin. Of course I would not allow it, my father was flour from another sack.

I looked at him, sparking his eyes, how dare he talk to me like that?

And I suppose being half Italian is not synonymous with being a hard and unpresentable face. The fact that you are does not mean that all your compatriots suffer from the same evil, don’t you think?" I replied with all the anger that had been accumulating during the time I had been ignoring myself. He looked at me more and more hallucinates, as if he wasn’t expected me to react the way I did.

Well, you’re not as dead mosquito as you seem, he said laughing as he seemed pleased by my response.

On the other hand, you are as cretin as you seem, maybe even a little more... you tend to cheat with that smile of yours, I released him, turning and walking away from him with his hands trembling with rage and his eyes bright with anger.

Samuel was on the other side of the hall, as surprised that he had spoken to me as to what I had answered. Two years without addressing the word, two years with lockers side by side and not a single look, and suddenly that day he decides to be friendly and communicative.

Apparently the invisibility spell that had caused him to ignore me during the last two courses had not had the same effect as every day, since unexpectedly, he had seen me. I hated the feeling that had crossed my neck when we looked into each other’s eyes. I was angry with myself for allowing me to remember our brief past encounter. The one I thought was another kind of person...

I picked up Andrea at her ticket office so we could go to class together, she was chattering nonstop of Oliver and his strange attitude, but she fell silent as soon as we entered class, Dad was already there. I knew how much I hated he needed to replace our teacher, I had always avoided him teaching me so that no one could think that he favored me, but someone had to replace Lucinda until the new teacher arrived. If it had not been for him we would have lost a lot of the course time. In addition, the fact that I was British was a privilege that, because of me, my colleagues had never been able to enjoy.

He set out his things and started to explain and instantly everyone was silent attentive to his hand on the board. My father explained both, with his words and with his gestures. He was a teacher by vocation. He loved to teach and managed to arouse interest in his students. Throughout the class he avoided eye contact with me, but as soon as the class ended he looked at me questioningly.

I’m fine, I replied, moving my lips without making any sound. He smiled at me and left to continue with his classes.

Five hours later the bell rang announcing that the day at school was finally over.

Andrea was wandering about tops, tight pants and skirts. It seemed that I was in front of my closet, since I was able to list all the clothes that she made up, I smiled amusedly.

Don’t you think the first thing should be to eat? How about a hamburger? I proposed, she looked at me worse than if I had slapped her.

That you can eat whatever you want without gaining a gram does not mean that others can do the same I looked at her incredulously, weren’t there mirrors in her house?

But you are great! I protested angrily with her absurd obsession.

And my job is hard for me, she replied. I already treat myself when I have dinner at your house and order pizza or kebab. Now I have to be responsible with my body.

I raised my hands to heaven, letting her know how tired I was of her madness.

Okay, I give up, where do you want to eat? My father had plans for the weekend, which is why Samuel had decided to entertain me that night and Andrea was determined to eat with me, even though we never agreed with the menu.

I think, since your father doesn’t finish until five, it’s best that we go to your house and order Chinese food. Have you notice that there are no fat Chinese? She commented in passing. So I can begin to fix you as soon as we eat She took my hand and looked at the peeling paint on my nails, her gesture was reproachful.

Alright, I said through clenched teeth. <> I wondered, after all, I went out with boys every weekend and had never gotten so heavy.

Being late for class was one of the things I hated the most, I couldn’t stand wandering around the institute when it was so empty, it gave me too much to think and that’s just what I wanted to avoid at all costs. So I crossed my fingers so that Professor Collins would allow me to enter his English language class and thus avoid the moment of introspection. The problem was that he had already decided to leave me out, helping to increase the image of a rebel that everyone had of me. His sense of punctuality was part of his British charm, although on this occasion he would not have defined it that way. I wandered the halls trying not to think about anything, when I heard a sweet voice, a voice I had avoided for a long time.

I do not wanna be afraid

I do not wanna die inside just to breathe in I’m tired of feeling so alone

Relief exists, I find it when

I am cut[1]

I approached the music room and stuck in the door, Danielle Collins was sitting, with a book in her hands and eyes closed, while in her melodious voice she whispered the lyrics of my favorite song.

I may seem crazy

Or, painfully shy

And these scars wouldn’t be so hidden

If you would just look me in the eye

I feel alone here and cold here

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Oh, I don’t want to die

But the only anesthetic that makes me feel anything kills inside

Danielle Collins, how