Post by vanessa on Jan 11, 2006 3:54:23 GMT
((This is meant only for me to reply to, though you all are allowed to read. I won't kill you for that, I promise ;D.))
There are few things a person feels connected to. Either spiritually or physically. Some have a talent they are remarkable at, some have a way with words, others have connections easily made with people or animals, and others - like Vanessa - have something they have strived to achieve, and have achieved it. Piano was a part of Vanessa. It was her very being. Her core. Everything. The moment her fingers touched the smooth keys, she was another person. Completely opposite who she normally was. Her mother used to say she was someone who Vanessa would dare not be on a regular basis. Someone who spoke her feelings through song, as opposed to not speaking them at all. Many things could be revealed through a person's talent. Those who acted, knew how to lie and lie well; those who danced, knew how to make their body twist into any position; those who sung, had hidden feelings they rarely let anyone else see.
"Do re mi..." "No no no! Do re mi." "Yes. I did that! Do re mi..." "Oh, what's the point!" The lesson instructor slammed the solfege book shut and down on the piano top before standing and storming out of the room. Eight year old Vanessa walked over to piano. Her fingers glided over the keys and she landed on the 'C' key. Slightly, she pushed down, and the note filled the air. Her hand outstretched to the metronome on the piano and she clicked the wand back and forth. She found the beat and then began, "Do re mi fa so la ti." She could do it alone. At her own pace, so why not when she was around Lena? There came a small sound of clapping from the doorway and Vanessa swiveled on her heel to face Lena, who now seemed quite pleased. "Do it again." She ordered. Vanessa played the note once more and began again. "Do re mi fa so la ti la so fa mi re...
...fa so ti so fa mi re do la ti."1 "Words." "Oh, had I Jubal's lyre or Miriam's tuneful voice! To sounds like his I would aspire, in songs like hers rejoice! My humble strains but faintly show, how much to Heav'n and thee I owe." Vanessa looked at Lena with a watchful eye. Her instructor nodded, pleased. It was apparent how old Lena was in her eyes. There were lines around them and her smile had faded with harsh relationships over the years. Her hair was even greying and she had weird coloured patches of skin on her hands and arms. Vanessa respected the older woman, and never said anything to harm her or make her feel bad about anything. She was a marvelous teacher, far better than anyone else Vanessa had experimented with. Lena smiled, packed up her things, and left - as it was every day. Now, Vanessa was alone in the house. Her father at work as always.
She sat down on the bench, and began playing. The song surging through her and coming out through her fingertips. Her eyes closed, she played the piece from memorizarition. She felt the power within her - almost making her collapse, but not doing that just yet. Such power, such strength, such emotion came through her music. This was who she was. This was who she wanted to be. This was what she wanted to do with her life. Though many would frown upon it. This made her complete. This made her life run. This was her happiness. Music. Nothing more. Nothing less. This is who I am. This is a part of me...
((1: Transition from past - to present with solfege. Vanessa was singing as an eight year old, and then the flashback merged into present again with Vanessa singing solfege.))
There are few things a person feels connected to. Either spiritually or physically. Some have a talent they are remarkable at, some have a way with words, others have connections easily made with people or animals, and others - like Vanessa - have something they have strived to achieve, and have achieved it. Piano was a part of Vanessa. It was her very being. Her core. Everything. The moment her fingers touched the smooth keys, she was another person. Completely opposite who she normally was. Her mother used to say she was someone who Vanessa would dare not be on a regular basis. Someone who spoke her feelings through song, as opposed to not speaking them at all. Many things could be revealed through a person's talent. Those who acted, knew how to lie and lie well; those who danced, knew how to make their body twist into any position; those who sung, had hidden feelings they rarely let anyone else see.
"Do re mi..." "No no no! Do re mi." "Yes. I did that! Do re mi..." "Oh, what's the point!" The lesson instructor slammed the solfege book shut and down on the piano top before standing and storming out of the room. Eight year old Vanessa walked over to piano. Her fingers glided over the keys and she landed on the 'C' key. Slightly, she pushed down, and the note filled the air. Her hand outstretched to the metronome on the piano and she clicked the wand back and forth. She found the beat and then began, "Do re mi fa so la ti." She could do it alone. At her own pace, so why not when she was around Lena? There came a small sound of clapping from the doorway and Vanessa swiveled on her heel to face Lena, who now seemed quite pleased. "Do it again." She ordered. Vanessa played the note once more and began again. "Do re mi fa so la ti la so fa mi re...
...fa so ti so fa mi re do la ti."1 "Words." "Oh, had I Jubal's lyre or Miriam's tuneful voice! To sounds like his I would aspire, in songs like hers rejoice! My humble strains but faintly show, how much to Heav'n and thee I owe." Vanessa looked at Lena with a watchful eye. Her instructor nodded, pleased. It was apparent how old Lena was in her eyes. There were lines around them and her smile had faded with harsh relationships over the years. Her hair was even greying and she had weird coloured patches of skin on her hands and arms. Vanessa respected the older woman, and never said anything to harm her or make her feel bad about anything. She was a marvelous teacher, far better than anyone else Vanessa had experimented with. Lena smiled, packed up her things, and left - as it was every day. Now, Vanessa was alone in the house. Her father at work as always.
She sat down on the bench, and began playing. The song surging through her and coming out through her fingertips. Her eyes closed, she played the piece from memorizarition. She felt the power within her - almost making her collapse, but not doing that just yet. Such power, such strength, such emotion came through her music. This was who she was. This was who she wanted to be. This was what she wanted to do with her life. Though many would frown upon it. This made her complete. This made her life run. This was her happiness. Music. Nothing more. Nothing less. This is who I am. This is a part of me...
((1: Transition from past - to present with solfege. Vanessa was singing as an eight year old, and then the flashback merged into present again with Vanessa singing solfege.))