Feelings of Frustration

"Yes?" she asked me.

The first thing I did was to hold up the violin.

"I'm the violinist who-"

"How did you get my home address?"

"I called the auditorium."

"Are you the winner of the contest? I'm sorry, I didn't know. I wasn't-"

"I... I was third."

"Third! So how may I help you? Didn't you get your prize?"

"Yeah, I got my prize. I got a check for $300. A three hundred dollar check. That's not why I'm...I'm here for...I came to see you, Mrs. De Vito. I had to. I need you to help me. You are the only person who can..."

"I'm sorry. I think you need to see someone else."

"I don't know anyone but you! And I've heard you play. You're talented."

"Sorry, you have to excuse me. I don't talk to people without setting an appointment."

"I'm deeply sorry, I know I shouldn't be here"

"Your apology doesn't make much sense if you keep talking.

Now if you'll excuse me, I need to go back in." She tried to close the door, but I held it.

"I have this dream. I want to be a famous violinist. Play on stage with a multi-talented player like you!"

"Keep on playing. Maybe one day you will become one."

Once again she tried to close the door on me.

"Wait! Don't go! Let me show you what I can do! I just need another chance. Please!" I said trying one last time in vain to convince her. She closed the door and left me standing outside.