I tried going back to sleep but I couldn't, like who would? after I got a full show. I was worked up, nobody asked me to invade people's privacy, and now I was paying for it. I couldn't stop imagining that it was me. I tossed and turned in my bed because I was sexually frustrated.
Knowing that sleep wouldn't be coming soon I stood from my bed and went to my closet where I kept my violin. I needed a distraction and my violin always worked in any circumstance. These nerves were not calming down.
I took my violin and made my way out of my room. I tiptoed just in case they were still busy but luckily they weren't there, they must have taken the party upstairs.
I had a special spot in mind. I got to the garden and settled myself on the bench, crossed my legs, then settled my violin on my sh
