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The Musician

Chapter 3 - Score One for Blondie

Hannah pushed joyously into the practice room where her students were waiting for her. The violin in her hands was of a much better quality than she had first hoped when Michael had called her. This beautiful instrument was about 100 years old . . . a true gem of its time, and it played like an angel. Three fresh young impressionable faces smiled at her behind their music stands. Monica, Jennifer, and Sarah. Triplets with an amazing talent and near perfect pitch. They had hit the gold mine of the gene pool.

Monica, the tallest by a few inches and the older of all three, bowed in respect. "Good day Hannah. Is that a new violin?"

Hannah nodded, and signaled for the girl to relax. "Yeah, I had a bad run-in with a man last night and my poor Garret bit the dust." She frowned comically before taking her stance behind the sister. "Did everyone practice the adagio that I gave you to work on last week?" They all nodded dutifully and she smiled. Work should not be this easy. "Alright then, let's hear it."

They took up their positions and started at a faster pace than intended. Hannah waved them slower and listen to the music. They were coming along nicely. A sour note popped out and a frown crinkled Hannah's brow. "That's an F natural Jennifer, not a sharp."

The girl in question merely bowed in deeper concentration. They were towards the end, about eight measures away, when a knock came at the door. Telling them to continue, Hannah went to the door and opened it.

She was not expecting Orlando to be standing there, with a goofy grin on his face and her cell phone in hand. Her eyes went wide and she quickly silenced his loud greeting with a curt wave of her hand. Shaking her head, she pointed to the backs of the three girls and Orlando nodded, understanding completely.

The piece was finished with a flair, a long run of chromatic notes, that required almost double bowing. Hannah watched, with a smile on her face, as the four-year students mastered it, and finished to near perfection.

They turned, looking over their shoulders at Orlando and Hannah.

Hannah watched as their eyes went wide, and their jaws dropped open. She heard Orlando utter something akin to "Fuck." Before her students went into a peal of giggles and screaming.

"LEGOLAS! Legolas!" They practically ran the three feet between the stands and the door and mobbed the man with her cell phone. Hannah didn't understand. What the fuck was going on.

"Girls, girls. Stop, right now. Stop harassing. What the hay are you doing?"

It was Sarah who answered her. "You didn't tell us you knew Orlando Bloom." Hannah could see stars drifting from their eyes.

"Who I know is none of your concern. Return to your places, right now." She mentally groaned as the image of a stern, English schoolmarm came to mind. God, she was turning into her mother. Her students, as much as they complained and moaned about it, resumed their positions by their stands.

Hannah pulled Orlando out into the hall. They stood in silence for a second. She looked at him expectantly. "Yes?" It came out sounding a little harsher than she had intended, but he just laughed.

"You left your cell phone. I tracked you down, yet again, to return it to you."

She stared at him dumbfounded.

"Your cell phone? El phono du cell?" He waved the piece of purple and blue plastic in front of her face. "You call people on it."

"Are you sure you aren't stalking me? You know, that's not a nice thing to do."

He laughed richly, his eyes crinkling in merriment. "No. Not stalking, just following. You said something about practicing, and if you play in the Symphony, there's really only one place to go. Here."

"Ohhh, okay. Right." She chuckled. "Thanks again. It seems like I'm saying thank you a lot to you lately."

"That's quite alright. I'm just glad to be of service." He bowed gallantly, and she laughed before stopping herself.

"Hey, I can't let those demons run loose with precious instruments for long. I have to finish my lesson."

He nodded, looking up and down the corridor. He shoved his hands in his pockets and rocked back on his heels. Hannah didn't know what he was doing, but it looked like he was trying to make a decision. "Yeah. Hey, do you think that maybe we could go get something to eat? After your lesson of course."

Her eyes widened. That was not what she was expecting him to do. She wasn't expecting to be asked out be Private First Class Blackburn. She mentally kicked herself. Blackburn was a character. And he didn't have the same rebel look that Orlando had. Strange things that movie do to a person's appearance.

"Sure. I guess."

"Don't sound so excited!" He laughed low and she smiled with him. "How about I meet you at that café in about an hour? Is that enough time for your lessons?"

Hannah nodded and smiled lethargically. "Yeah. Plenty of time." From inside the room, there was a loud squawk; the sound of someone purposefully trying to sound bad. "I better go. They're getting antsy."

Orlando nodded, backing up. "Alright then. See ya in a bit." He smiled, and turned to go.

"Yeah, in a bit." Hannah watched him go before turning and going back into the practice room.

Orlando was elated. Hannah was great. She had been on time for their 'date', as he liked to think of it, and was all smiles for him. They bantered back and forth for a half an hour before even bothering to order food.

They had nothing in common practically, and the conversation was spicy.

"Are you joking? The US team is sooo much better than Man. U. We've won titles and series and lots of trophies." Hannah rambled on, counting off the positive sides of the US soccer team to the amused face of Orlando.

Orli found himself watching her as she spoke. She was quite animated with her hands and her facial features. There was always something moving with her. He shook his head. The girl had no taste in sports teams.

"Man. U. has won plenty of titles too. They're great, the best in fact."

"Now that," she took a sip of her pop, emphasizing her point, "is a matter of opinion my dear Orlando."

He chuckled. She had a great sense of humor. The fell to silence before Hannah's face lit up again with a thought. "Hey, why were my students all over you earlier? I hardly think that they've seen or would even enjoy Black Hawk Down."

He smiled into his own drink. "Have you ever seen The Fellowship of the Ring or The Two Towers?"

"Once each, with my best friend."

"Do you remember the elf?"

"Blondie?"

Orlando winced. That was not one of his favorite nicknames that he had picked up on the set. Though in all good fun, he had been teased by his fellow actors mercilessly. Especially Liv. Stupid long blond hair.

"Why?" He looked back up at her. Surely she couldn't be that blind. Cocking his head to one side, he raised an eyebrow, just waiting for her to make the connection.

Now that the idea was planted in her head, she was quick to catch on. Her jaw dropped open and her eyes went wide. "Oh my God! That was you! Blondie!" She laughed as if making a great discovery.

"Yeah, that was me. Legolas."

"Legless? I didn't ever catch his name."

"No, Legolas. You know, Lego my ego? Legolas." He pronounced it out for her, but she didn't seem to notice. She was too busy laughing it up.

"Blondie. That's so funny."

Orlando was starting to get mad. Damn long blond hair. Always taking away. Her hand shot out and she ruffled his mildly short black hair. "I think I like this better. The blond hair was cute, but I can't abide a man with hair longer than mine."

Orli chuckled. He was suddenly very glad for the mob of black hair that he had managed after shaving it repeatedly. He had a funny-shaped head and was pretty self-conscious about going bald in BHD. The mohawk for LOTR was cool, but he preferred a whole head of hair.

"Yeah. Much easier than the blond hair. Just roll out of bed in the morning. Thankfully, it's wavy so it always looks messy." They both laughed.

Hannah finished her sandwich and after wiping her mouth, glanced at the clock on the wall. "Hey, I gotta fly. Practice in an hour and I haven't been home for a few hours. Gotta check my fish." Smiling wryly, she rose and pulled on her coat.

"Can I call you?"

She paused and looked down at Orlando. After a momentary pause, she pulled out a pen and scribbled down some numbers for him on a napkin. "Any time after eight PM or before 10 AM. I should be home."

He pocketed the paper. "Thanks, this was fun. I enjoyed myself."

She smiled. "Me too. Just give me a call. K?" He nodded and she turned, but not before giving him a warm smile and a wave.

Orlando waved back, a grin plastered across his face. Taking the number back out, he looked at the paper. Her number glared happily back at him and he grinned bigger. Score one for the Blondie.