Sheryl and I were sitting in our newly acquired clubroom, waiting for someone to walk in with a new case for us. Outside was a sign that proudly said 'After-School Detectives', made by an equally proud Sheryl Holmes.
It was a small clubroom. There was a table in the middle, which was surrounded by four chairs, and an empty shelf. We should probably fill up the shelf one day, but today, we were just sitting in the clubroom, waiting.
I was sitting on one of the chairs, trying to read a book. However, I couldn't concentrate at all because right across from me was Sheryl playing on her recorder.
Or, at least, she was trying to. Every few notes that she played was followed by a mistake.
It went on like this for fifteen minutes or so before I set my book down and asked her, "What are you doing?"
"Playing the recorder, of course."
"Because, that's why."
Sheryl continued trying to play whatever song she was trying to play. I looked at her, trying to figure out what was going on. It couldn't be that she was trying to... "You know that Sherlock Holmes played the violin, not the recorder, right?"
"Yeah, but I don't know how to play that..." Sheryl pouted.
Of course, as always, she was trying to emulate her hero.
I sighed and asked, "What were you trying to play anyways?"
"Twinkle Twinkle Little Star. What do you think of it so far?" Sheryl asked with a huge grin on her face.
That was supposed to be Twinkle Twinkle Little Star? It didn't sound anything like it! Of course, I wasn't going to say that, so all I said was, "Er, it's alright. You need more practice though."
Sheryl went back to playing and I went back to desperately trying to figure out how the notes that were being played fitted into Twinkle Twinkle Little Star. Why did I encourage this cacophony?
Luckily for me, there was a knock on the door. Sheryl stopped playing and said, "Come on in!"
Samantha walked in along with Matthew, another classmate of ours. Smiling, Samantha greeted us, "Hi Sheryl, hi James, I have a case for you!"
"It's Holmes!" yelled Sheryl, in another attempt to get people to start addressing her by her surname.
Matthew placed his violin case down, which made Sheryl flash a look of jealously, and then he greeted us as well, "Hi James, hi Sheryl."
Sheryl was about to yell out her surname again, but I interrupted her and said, "So Matt, what's up?"
Matthew and Samantha both took a seat, and Matthew began, "Well, you guys know how we all have to perform in Mr. Brown's music class in a couple of days. I'm going to be playing the violin for my performance."
"Cool!" said Sheryl, her interest piqued, "Can we hear some of it right now?"
Matthew's hands clenched into fists. "That's the thing, I'm not ready!"
We all stared at Matthew for a moment, surprised by his outburst. Then, I said, "Well, um, you can practice more, I guess?"
"I've been practicing like crazy, but it's just not good enough!"
"Well...," Sheryl began, "What do you want from us then?"
"It took a while, but Mr. Brown finally told me how to make my performance better. He told me about Vivaldi's rosin."
Sheryl raised an eyebrow, "Vivaldi? Rosin?"
Matthew explained, "Rosin is what we apply to the bows of stringed instruments, like a violin, so that the bow can grip the strings properly and produce a clear sound when played. And Vivaldi was one of the greatest violinists who ever lived. According to Mr. Brown, Vivaldi used a special kind of rosin that has been passed down from great violinist to great violinist. It's said to be a legendary rosin that will make your violin sound absolutely perfect, and it will make your bow sparkle!"
Again, we stared at Matthew, trying to digest the story. Finally, I said, "So you want us to find-"
"I need you to find this rosin for me!"
"Okay!" Sheryl jumped up, excited. "The After-School Detectives are on it!"
"Thank you." Matthew got up. "I'm going home to keep practicing, please let me know as soon as you find it."
Matthew left the clubroom, but Samantha stayed behind. "Can... I help you guys?"
"Sure!" said Sheryl. "I didn't know that you were into mystery solving."
"Well..., I'm not... really," Samantha was sort of blushing now.
I raised an eyebrow and said, "You like Matt, don't you?"
Samantha's face turned red and she jumped out of her chair. "I do not!"
Sheryl and I both gave Samantha disbelieving stares.
"I mean, of course I like him! But-" Samantha's face was somehow still turning redder, "But only as a friend! I don't even know why I asked! Forget it!"
Samantha turned around to leave, but unfortunately, she tripped on the leg of the chair and fell down.
"You okay?" asked Sheryl.
Samantha stood up, shouting, "I'm fine!" as she stormed out the door.
After Samantha had left, Sheryl stood up and punched a fist straight up into the air. "Let's go find this rosin!"
I looked as she kept still in the same position for a few moments, and then I sighed and said, "You have idea where to start, do you?"
Sheryl's hand dropped back down and she said, "No..."