Niko sat in front of me in orchestra, which gave me ample opportunities to look at his profile and his hands. OH, those hands. They could've been hand model hands, they were so beautiful; with that rich olive skin tone, and long nimble fingers that produced an enviable vibrato and traversed the fingerboard with ease. I kind of wished that I had his hands, but that would be awkward and probably wouldn't suit me aesthetically or musically.
I took an immediate liking to him because he was a violinist and had nice hands. (Okay, and he was good-looking, something nice to stare at during rests.) Unfortunately he turned out to be, well, kind of a saukerl. He was not actively dislikeable-- he didn't go out of his way to annoy others-- but he hung out with guys who were aggresively cocky and full of disdain for everyone else. On his own he was relatively polite and laconic, but he was a slacker and clearly rided on his good looks and charm to get by. But he really was a good violinist-- about the same level as me, at the time, but maybe slightly better in terms of technical skill. And as I've said before, it's really hard to fake it when it comes to playing the violin. Niko came off as not caring too much about the violin, as if he just did it because he was good at it and it was something to do to pass the time before catching up with his asinine friends.
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