“Honey come inside, it’s getting too dark out there!” Marcino shouted.
“Ok!” Nature shouted back.
Nature walked into the house slowly and feeling unhappy.
“What’s wrong?” He asked.
“Seeing this octave today made me realize that I’m not happy. This
music, the choir in high school was the only thing that really made me
happy.”
“So what about, syke naw I’m joking.”
“You make me very happy, but that’s not what I’m talking about. I’m
not happy with my life and career choice more.”
“Well I . . . I —want to go back to school for music something that
aleays made me the happiest in life.” She said stumbling over her
words.
“Go back to school.” He said questioningly.
“Yes…umm I’ve come to the realization that music is my true passion.”
She said, looking concerned of what his answer might be.
“But I don’t understand you’re a successful medical examiner, you make
like $120,000 a year after taxes and you’re just starting so that’s
beyond good living, you love science and you-’’ “I know but that’s not
the point.”
“Yes I love science, but my heart is still with music and it always
has been, and I jus realized that today . . . as I was looking through
those old boxes filled with my memories.”
“I fell in love with music years ago, and never fell out; it’s always
been my first love and I just have to see where it will take me.”
“Ok.” Marc said with a sigh. “Well ok it’s final.” She said. “So what
do you think you will title your first song?” He asked with a grin she
said “Oh I have an idea.”
Lemon Drops Filled with Muzic and Love.
Friday, December 10, 2010
Lemon Drops Filled with Muzic and Love
Indie was now focused on getting some of her homework out of the way,
but Nature wanted to continue to talk. “Anye I have this funny
teacher she is really cool, and her name is Mrs. Jenkins-Do you have
her class?” Nature asked. Anye looked at her schedule for the year,
“Yea I do have her, and next to her name it says choir.” Anye said.
“Does she teach music or something?” She asked. Excitedly Nature said,
“ Yes and it is so fun, she’s funny and you learn new ways to sing and
how to get to different ranges and you get to sing a song by yourself
to see where belong in the choir, it’s like a real-’’ “Whoa-slow down
I barely even know what you talkin bout.” “My bad but yea it’s a real
choir, where you sing and learn to read music.” Nature was excited to
find someone who shared her passion and love for music and singing.
Rrrrrring, rrrrrrring the bell rang and it was time to go to fifth
period, but unexpectedly Anye and Nature were going to the same class.
They said goodbye to Indie and continued their discussion about music.
but Nature wanted to continue to talk. “Anye I have this funny
teacher she is really cool, and her name is Mrs. Jenkins-Do you have
her class?” Nature asked. Anye looked at her schedule for the year,
“Yea I do have her, and next to her name it says choir.” Anye said.
“Does she teach music or something?” She asked. Excitedly Nature said,
“ Yes and it is so fun, she’s funny and you learn new ways to sing and
how to get to different ranges and you get to sing a song by yourself
to see where belong in the choir, it’s like a real-’’ “Whoa-slow down
I barely even know what you talkin bout.” “My bad but yea it’s a real
choir, where you sing and learn to read music.” Nature was excited to
find someone who shared her passion and love for music and singing.
Rrrrrring, rrrrrrring the bell rang and it was time to go to fifth
period, but unexpectedly Anye and Nature were going to the same class.
They said goodbye to Indie and continued their discussion about music.
Lemon Drops Filled with Muzic and Love
“So why you not talking?” asked Anye. “I don’t know, just looking
around-I guess.” Nature said “Oh so do you know anybody yet?” Indie
chimed in. “No, I know a couple of people, but they not on this lunch
period.” Nature said. “Nobody from your middle school came here?” Anye
asked “No, cuz I came from a county school, so er’body went to county
schools.” Nature said. “How bout you Indie?” Nature asked. Indie said,
“Yea my sister go here, but she graduate dis year, so it’s nothing
really special.” “Well my best friend go here, she in our grade and a
lot of people from our middle school came here too.” Anye said
proudly. “Oh.” Nature said.
around-I guess.” Nature said “Oh so do you know anybody yet?” Indie
chimed in. “No, I know a couple of people, but they not on this lunch
period.” Nature said. “Nobody from your middle school came here?” Anye
asked “No, cuz I came from a county school, so er’body went to county
schools.” Nature said. “How bout you Indie?” Nature asked. Indie said,
“Yea my sister go here, but she graduate dis year, so it’s nothing
really special.” “Well my best friend go here, she in our grade and a
lot of people from our middle school came here too.” Anye said
proudly. “Oh.” Nature said.
Lemon Drops Filled with Muzic and Love
At that moment she knew had found her favorite teacher, Mrs. Jenkins.
She couldn’t explain, but something about Mrs. Jenkins’ personality
was magnetic and she also loved music. Music was always her getaway,
when all else failed she could always turn to music.
Fourth period finally, came and it was lunch time; she sat down at a
table and a couple minutes later two other girls sat down at her
table. Nature sat there in silence timidly looking around the room at
all of the girls; they looked happy loud voice boxes buzzed all around
her, and all she could do was look. She didn’t know anyone down there,
other tables filled with girls and laughter and talking, she felt like
she was the only one sitting in isolation even though two girls sat at
her table.
She couldn’t explain, but something about Mrs. Jenkins’ personality
was magnetic and she also loved music. Music was always her getaway,
when all else failed she could always turn to music.
Fourth period finally, came and it was lunch time; she sat down at a
table and a couple minutes later two other girls sat down at her
table. Nature sat there in silence timidly looking around the room at
all of the girls; they looked happy loud voice boxes buzzed all around
her, and all she could do was look. She didn’t know anyone down there,
other tables filled with girls and laughter and talking, she felt like
she was the only one sitting in isolation even though two girls sat at
her table.
Lemon Drops Filled with Muzic and Love
With that thought she went back to the memory of her very first day of
high school. “Well what’s your name?” the pregnant choral director
asked. Softly she said, “My name is Nature.” Almost the room filled
with snickers and the whispers, until she started to sing; the room
fell silent and the wonder bread faces exchanged looks of
astonishment. After she knew her section in the choir she took her
seat surrounded by ghostly personalities. The bell finally rang and
she grabbed her things as quickly as her hands could move, she fumbled
and dropped things in her nervous attempt to leave quickly. Nature
looked around to see if anyone was watching her, and how awkwardly
clumsy she had been. She hurried out of the class excited, afraid and
nervous all in one.
high school. “Well what’s your name?” the pregnant choral director
asked. Softly she said, “My name is Nature.” Almost the room filled
with snickers and the whispers, until she started to sing; the room
fell silent and the wonder bread faces exchanged looks of
astonishment. After she knew her section in the choir she took her
seat surrounded by ghostly personalities. The bell finally rang and
she grabbed her things as quickly as her hands could move, she fumbled
and dropped things in her nervous attempt to leave quickly. Nature
looked around to see if anyone was watching her, and how awkwardly
clumsy she had been. She hurried out of the class excited, afraid and
nervous all in one.
Lemon Drops Filled with Muzic and Love
I remember this song, I loved this song. This song helped me to relax
and get through tough times. That was the year I decided to join Le
Bel Cante, that was a good year also my last, so it was sort of a sad
time. I still remember learning that song, we had a performance and we
weren’t close to ready for it. We were learning “Sweet Music,” and
trying to learn another amazing song all at the same time; “My Heart’s
been Anchored,” it wasn’t really hard to learn it was just placing
everything where it was suppose to be. It was a certain feeling you
got when the song was right, you just knew. Anyway, I—
Interrupting her thought Marc said, “I’m going to go in ok.” “Yea Hun
go ahead.” “Alright I’ll see you inside.” “Ok”
She picked the paper back up and stared at it mesmerized, my little
treasure she thought.
and get through tough times. That was the year I decided to join Le
Bel Cante, that was a good year also my last, so it was sort of a sad
time. I still remember learning that song, we had a performance and we
weren’t close to ready for it. We were learning “Sweet Music,” and
trying to learn another amazing song all at the same time; “My Heart’s
been Anchored,” it wasn’t really hard to learn it was just placing
everything where it was suppose to be. It was a certain feeling you
got when the song was right, you just knew. Anyway, I—
Interrupting her thought Marc said, “I’m going to go in ok.” “Yea Hun
go ahead.” “Alright I’ll see you inside.” “Ok”
She picked the paper back up and stared at it mesmerized, my little
treasure she thought.
Lemon Drops Filled with Muzic and Love
She sat forward on to the chair, she scooted up to the edge almost
until she looked like she was going to fall right onto the floor, she
sat straight up, her back tall and proud, her head lifted high with
pride, feet shoulder width apart-planted flat and firmly on the
ground, she then lifted the wrinkled, yellowed, and aged paper up and
out and started to read it only it was rhythmic; it had a tune and
melody, it was musical. “There is sweet music here, that softer
falls-than pedals from blown roses on the grass, or night dews on
still waters.”
until she looked like she was going to fall right onto the floor, she
sat straight up, her back tall and proud, her head lifted high with
pride, feet shoulder width apart-planted flat and firmly on the
ground, she then lifted the wrinkled, yellowed, and aged paper up and
out and started to read it only it was rhythmic; it had a tune and
melody, it was musical. “There is sweet music here, that softer
falls-than pedals from blown roses on the grass, or night dews on
still waters.”
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