A Younger Viola is in a very large bedroom. The bed is 4 Poster and there are a lot of awards plastering the walls. There are a lot of classic string intruments hanging from the walls, Violins, Bass, even a full sized Harp. Viola starts taking them down and smashing them against the floor. She ends up surrounded by wood and strings. She seems content.
Viola: There it's done.
Violas Mother comes running into the room.
Violas Mother: Viola, what is this...? Look I know that all this is illegal now and I understand your concerns for safety. Obviously if these were seen in the house it would be a problem. But Viola dear, nobody has ever or will ever inspect your room. Our family has an understanding with the government higher ups. These had value, and sentimental value at that. You won many awards with those instruments. There was no need to go this far.
Viola: There was. This wasn't for the cops, this wasn't to show I want to be all safe and legal. I did this for me. I still love music. I still think it shouldn't have been taken away. I just don't like the music that YOU forced me into doing.
Violas Mother: Whatever do you mean dear? You have such a talent for it, it was only natural that I...
Viola: NO. It isn't talent. You forced me to be skilful. My fingers against a bowstring since I was 4 years old. Lessons every week. Punishments if I didn't do well. All so you could parade me around at parties and show me and my achievements off to other people. Like I was the trophies I was winning. Just so you could one up the Mayor and his son and what he does whenever those fancy schmansy parties come around. Did you even care a lick about what I want? What I cared about? What I wanted to do?
Violas Mother: HOW DARE YOU THROW THIS BACK IN MY FACE AFTER ALL IVE DONE FOR YOU, AFTER...
Viola: NO. All of this? This isn't music. Music is about outputting your emotions, your passions, the things you want other people to hear out into the world. Not this... soulless garbage. Or at least I thought it was soulless. I didn't believe in what I was playing. I just played it right. I've experienced real energy now. When you went to your friends party, I sneaked out. I saw a band play in a venue that was hidden away from everywhere else. They were singing about their feeling, their emotions, their experiences. The energy of the song complimented it. You could see the had emotion in every note, in every word they were saying. All intentional. And I felt it too. When they played, I believed them. Their passion, their energy complimented my heartbeat and my feelings. Thats why I dont need this nothingness of music anymore. I need that. Whatever that is. Follow my own way, my own path of what I feel. And what I feel... is anger for what you did to me. Something deep and dark and constant. You took away a place where I could have discovered myself, where I couldn't even be able to find what I wanted or what I enjoyed. You forced me into being a wind up toy that made your friends clap at events.
Violas Mother: I... I...
Viola: And that's why...
Viola picks up a guitar case she seems to have hidden under her bed. She opens it and brings out a bass guitar with very deep and heavy strings. She closes the guitar case and slings it over her back. At the foot of her bed sits a backpack, which she slightly opens up the top of and then fiddles with a little bit. She pulls a Lead out of the top and plugs it into the guitar.
Viola strums a massive chord on the bass guitar, shaking the floor.
Viola: I've got to get going. See you mother.
Viola slings the backpack over her shoulder and runs towards a window that Violas mother didn't previously notice was open. It seems to have something hanging off the outside of it as well.
Violas Mother: VIOLA... VIOLA... YOU GET OUT OF MY HOUSE AND DONT COME BACK.... or wait... IF YOU STEP FOOT OUTSIDE OF THIS HOUSE YOU WONT BE WELCOME BACK YOUNG LADY...
Viola jumps out of the open window with a big smile on her face, she doesn't seem to be looking back.
Violas Mother: She... She... actually left. I didn't think she... I never... If she means what she says, then with her loudness and flair for the dramatic, I should be able to find her. Her emotion... I hope she finds it. I know she'll play well wherever she is, whatever it is, She left me alone, here. I want to hear it. Her Music. It's bound to be something special.
Violas Mother is wiping tears from her eyes. As she looks out of the open window, she can see Viola in the distance, laughing while running away.