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Closing my eyes, I can feel the beat.
The rhythm pulses through my body.
I feel my weight pushing
Through my feet and onto the floor.
The evening captures my spirit.
I am spellbound, enchanted with
Freedom, my lost love of yesterday.
I was at a party
And three of my ex-girlfriends
I knew I was in trouble then.
But you weren’t there yet
And one kissed me on the lips
And covered my face
With all her lipstick.
I panicked then,
And asked my friends
To run interference,
As the other two arrived.
Just then, I saw you,
And I couldn’t wait
To run to you
And tell you
Just how beautiful
You are to me,
How all my dreams came true
When me became we
And how I’ll never want
When I hear your voice
It’s like the clouds
And sunshine’s bathing on me.
And when I feel you close
I want to touch
I want to feel
I want to know
You feel the same
I am yours
Like I said at the beginning.
And I’ll never want
Stephen didn’t make it far before he was spotted by a friend of his, Neil. Neil was an easy-going type who accepted Stephen for whom he was, not worrying about Stephen’s differences or criticizing him for them. Stephen slowed down to a stop next to Neil, who was standing in front of his house on the sidewalk.
“Hey, Stephen, what’s up?”
“Hi, Neil. Just goin’ for a ride. How ’bout you?”
“Just checkin’ the mail. How’s your summer goin’?”
Stephen was just about to answer, when suddenly the music in his head began to flow. It was sort of a classical variety, with no singing. Stephen just stood there, looking at Neil. As usual, Stephen concentrated on the music above all else. Neil stared back, at first wondering what was going on, then, being a close friend, he realized what was happening. Usually it didn’t take that long, so Neil waited patiently. He tapped his foot, kicked pebbles, then sat down on the curb. Eventually Stephen came out of it.
“Sorry about that, Neil,” Stephen said.
“That’s okay. Anything unusual this time?”
“No, just music. Sometimes the ideas take a while.”
“I gotcha. Well, you gonna’ be okay ridin’?”
“Yeah, I think so. I’m not as dizzy as I am sometimes. Probably bein’ outside.”
“Okay. Then I guess I’ll see ya.”
“Okay, see ya.”
Stephen decided to head to the park that was nearby. He could sit and let the experience wash over him, keeping watch for any insight or inspiration that might come through after the music. When he got to the park, he locked up his bike, then found a bench to sit and watch the nice view. There was a fountain in the center, and lots of landscaped bushes and flowers all around. There was a path, but Stephen didn’t feel like walking right now. Sometimes Stephen would consider the patterns in the music, sometimes the feeling it gave him and sometimes pictures that went through his head when he heard the music.
Sitting on the bench didn’t seem to be working for him, so Stephen got up off the bench, walked across the path and into the grass in front of the fountain. He layed down in the grass, hoping a change of perspective would do the trick. Stephen closed his eyes and replayed the music in his head. He was so focused, that he didn’t even notice someone walk over to where he was laying.
Suddenly, Stephen heard a voice say, “Hi, I’m Katie.”
My friends and family have always said I have a gift: my voice. When I was in elementary school, I sang soprano in the Florida Boy’s Choir. I enjoyed the performances, the dressing up, the beautiful music–I got a good taste.
I went on to other pursuits after that, but my gift called me back again. In 9th grade, I returned, this time to a co-ed chorus. We did a few token latin pieces, but as can be appreciated for young teenagers, our teacher kept us emersed in popular tunes that she knew well like the Beach Boys and the Beatles.
I continued on in high school, where my teacher exposed us to Andrew Lloyd Webber musicals and permitted us to create our own choreography. It was interesting.
Then my dad talked to the manager of the Florida Boy’s Choir, who said Florida State University was one of the top schools for music majors. We took a trip up to Tallahassee, and I fell in love with the hills and trees.
I started out trying to get into University Singers while being totally unprepared. They made me sing the National Anthem– I learned my lesson, and stayed away from that group. I sang in the Chamber Choir and the Gospel Choir, having some interesting experiences in both.
From there on out, it was just church choirs, which was my least favorite. And indeed I eventually faded out of there.
Now I just brighten the ears of the person in the pew in front of me. And in that I find very fulfilling and enjoyable. As long as I spent on the stage, I think that it really was not for me.