Love or Magic Part 2 (Pls Crit)

The next day, I went back to the meadow and . . . wonders upon wonders . . .when I stroked it, my violin played the Lost Chord again. I felt a wave of inner power surge through my whole body.
With the chord still echoing in my ears, I went over to a rock and there, overcome by an awareness of a superhuman strength, I willed myself to rise to its top. As if lifted by a magic carpet, I levitated until I stood proudly on top of the boulder.

Unfortunately as the echoing sound died down, the strange powers also faded and I so I was forced to climb down in the laborious way any normal mortal would.
I began to wonder about my grandfather's gift. What was the true history of this remarkable instrument that he had given to me? Was it perhaps David's? Was that lost chord that it played perhaps the same as the one that David played long ago?

Recalling the old white haired man's adventures, I began to feel that perhaps that I too should to travel, violin in hand, to distant villages. How else would I find out what surprises and pleasures the violin had in store for its chosen owner?
So I sallied forth, violin in hand, on an adventure leading me from village to village..
One evening, I came to what at first seemed like a village to me but I soon discovered that it was in fact he camp of a band of wandering gypsies.

Without a care in the world, I began greeting everyone happily but was soon, taken aback when a burly unshaven men grabbed me and dragged me before their so-called King. He was a man with a wild appearance. He looked like an Attila and even sounded spoke like him.

"Haaa. A wandering minstrel, I see. Come on you strolling fool. Give us your money. Come on, all of it."
I shrugged my shoulders nonchalantly
."Look, I really have no money, King. I really don't have anything. I hope to earn my food and quarters in every village that I pass through."
"What? Are you telling me that you have no money? You useless tramp. You've come to waste our time here, have you? Oh no, you won't you young fool. We'll let you entertain us tonight. You want to play and so you shall. Yes, tonight there will be a competition."
Then he began to laugh evilly.

"You see, we were going to slit your throat but now we're going to give you a chance. A fair chance, hahaha. You 'll compete against one of our best violinists. If you beat him we may let you go free. But if you don't ....."
He looked satanic as he moved his finger across his throat..
I was then taken to a hut and locked in. As the hours went by I became thirsty and hungry and so I was overjoyed when, after a faint rustling, I saw a large red apple mysteriously placed on the window sill by an unknown hand. I was most grateful for this but didn't know whom to thank.

After a long while, the door was flung open and I was roughly dragged out nd pulled towards a dusty square in the middle of the camp. A crowd and, of course, the Gypsy King were waiting for me. When he saw me he stood up and bellowed in a stentorian voice as he pointed to me with a mocking gesture.
"Aha. Here he is. The young fool. Come to entertain us. Let the competition begin."
The Gypsy master violinist played first. Even though I was in an awful predicament I was impressed by his ability. I had to give him his full due. He was an amazing virtuoso. I was dismayed by his glissandos which soared from a twittering sparrow to the sound of a growling cat.

To his playing, he added a repertoire of impressive and grandiose flourishes.
When he finally bowed and withdrew, I saw that all the men and even most women had, in their excitement, become somewhat unruly and some were drinking straight from their bottles. His music seemed to have achieved a desire to celebrate but in effect it was nothing but a drunken brawl. Some women had begun to dance wildly in an open space and I could see how some of blouses began slipping down shoulders.

Then, the King turned towards me and bowed towards me somewhat mockingly. He gave me a somewhat rude sign to step forward and begin to play. I knew that it would be a fight for survival. It would have to be the best performance that I had ever given.
I stood up and slowly pulled my bow across the strings.
As I did so I gave thanks to my grandfather. Never before had the crowd heard a violin played so beautifully. It played the music of the gods. To my unbounded joy, I saw that everybody had, with stunned looks stopped whatever they were doing and had turned to stare at me. I heard bottles dropping down to the ground. Some women began to push the men close to them away in some apparently new found disgust.

Soon all men, women and even the children were jostling each other just to get a better view of me. In the corner of my eyes, I saw that the Gypsy King had stood up and was looking at me in a strange way. I knew instinctively that he had made up his mind to cut short my playing and order his men to remove me.

Then it happened. That was that most wonderful moment that my violin came to my rescue. It once again played the Magic Chord, just when magic was needed.
It was magnificent. It was then that everyone began to dance as if they were in an entranced state. The music was acting like a powerful potion. No one took any notice of me anymore. Well so it seemed to me.

I felt someone tugging at my sleeve. As I turned, I saw the most beautiful girl that I had ever seen ...but it was her eyes that caught my attention. They were deep dark pools that I could have looked into for hours under other circumstances. Well, I could have but she had other ideas.
"Come with me. At once. They're going to kill you when they wake up. There's no time to waste with formal introductions. Come with me now. Follow me."

We ran and ran. Whenever we were out of breath, we rested for a moment and then began running again. However, when I could run no more, I held her back by her hand.
"Stop now. We've run far enough. Isn't it time for you to go back, before they miss you? "
As she looked at me I saw the little fires in her eyes.
"Don't you see? I'm not going back. I'm coming with you."
"No you can't do that. You belong to them. If you leave them they'll hunt you down. Why would you come with me anyway? You don't even know me."

She gave a sweet smile. A smile that perplexed me at first.
"Ah but I know your violin. I know what your violin wants."
"What are you talking about?
She reached out and took the violin from me and embraced it lovingly. Then she looked at me in a way that I shall never forget. Neither would I ever forget her words.
"You know that on your own you may find love one day. Some kind of love. But if you follow where the violin leads you will find magic."
"So what are you saying? Do I have a choice between love and magic?"

She looked at me. Her head was cocked cheekily to one side but her dark eyes burned their way into my heart.
"Yes. What do you think about that?"
Suddenly a surge of happiness overcame me. I came close up to her and whispered softly in her ear.
"I'll tell you what my choice will be. I'll have both. I'll have love and magic."

At that moment, as she looked at me, I knew why that old man had died with such a beautiful smile on his face.