Man, what a day! Seriously, I’m still reeling from it. So, I’m a violin maker, right? Spent the whole day in Holborn, and lemme tell ya, it was a wild ride.
First off, I woke up late. Classic me. Alarm didn’t go off. I’m sprinting down the street, dodging tourists like I’m in some kinda video game. Holborn’s packed, man! You got the British Museum just a stone’s throw away, and I’m like, “Can’t you all just move?”
So, I finally get to my workshop on Great Queen Street. It’s a cozy little spot, but today? Ugh. I walk in, and my assistant, Jamie, is just standing there, looking like he’s seen a ghost. Turns out, he spilled varnish all over my best workbench. I mean, c’mon! I could’ve cried. That stuff’s like liquid gold to me.
But then, I get a call from this posh client. He’s all, “I need a violin for my daughter’s recital.” I’m like, “Sure, mate, when’s that?” He says, “Tomorrow.” I nearly dropped my phone. Tomorrow?! I’m not a magician!
So, I’m racing around Holborn, grabbing supplies. I hit up the local shops on High Holborn. The vibe is buzzing, but I’m too stressed to enjoy it. I pop into this little music shop, and the guy behind the counter is blabbing about some new strings. I’m like, “Dude, I don’t have time for your string theory!”
Finally, I find what I need. I’m back at the workshop, and I’m sweating bullets. I start working on this violin, and it’s coming together nicely. I’m feeling good, ya know? But then, outta nowhere, the fire alarm goes off. Seriously?! I’m about to lose it.
I run outside, and there’s a crowd gathering. Turns out, it was just a drill. A DRILL! I’m standing there, fuming, while everyone else is chillin’ like it’s a picnic. I’m thinking, “You’ve gotta be kidding me.”
After that fiasco, I get back to work. I’m in the zone, carving the wood, and it’s like magic. I love this part. The smell of the wood, the sound of the tools. It’s my happy place. But then, I hear a loud crash outside. I peek out, and some bloke just knocked over a bike. I can’t even.
Finally, I finish the violin. It’s beautiful. I’m proud, man. I take a moment to admire it. But then, I realize I’m late for the recital. I grab the violin and dash out. I’m running down Holborn, dodging people left and right.
I get to the venue, and it’s packed. I’m sweating like a pig. I hand over the violin, and the little girl’s face lights up. It’s worth it. She plays, and it’s like the whole room stops. I’m grinning like an idiot.
After the show, I’m on cloud nine. I’m walking back through Holborn, and it’s all lit up. The pubs are buzzing, and I think, “Maybe I’ll grab a pint.” But then I remember the varnish disaster. Nah, I’ll just head home.
What a day, right? Holborn’s a mad place, but it’s my mad place. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings.