Alright then :D
This is fun. I think word wars and challenges are actually my favourite part about NaNo, even more than the feeling of getting work done x)
I sit patiently as she stands and looks around for a place to put the music in her hand. She spots my easel and flashes a glance at me. She looks nervous, like she’s wondering if she has permission. I think this is kind of funny and not really necessary, since she had written a note on the back of one of my canvases already. But I get up and remove the canvas and move it so it’s facing her. She puts the music on it and spaces them out over a few pages. She glances over them to make sure she knows what she’s doing and places her stick on her strings. I sit on the beanbag chair and try to be as attentative as an entire concert hall.
Watching Alex is almost as fascinating as hearing her play. She stares at the spot where the white hairs and her strings meet and moves around her right shoulder and arm a few times to different levels. She keeps changing what spot on the hair she wants to start with until it feels comfortable. She sets her left fingers on the strings and starts shaking them. I’m proud to realize that’s how she makes the vibrating sound.
Alex takes one breath to prepare herself. Then she rocks from side to side in a beat that’s not fast but not really slow either and breathes sharply through her nose before she makes the first note.
This song is different from the one I heard last time—or maybe it’s just a different part. It starts with a large chord that’s at least three different notes from what I hear. I wonder how she hits so many and I see that her stick has to move across all the strings at almost the same time to manage it. The room bursts open with orange and warm yellow. There is a fast string of notes where her fingers move rapidly, and wisps of color spin from the tips and disappear into the air to join the joyful, bouyant warmth. I notice that the entire line of notes gradually becomes larger before tapering off, and it’s like the room glows for a few moments before fading again. I imagine this must be what a star must be like.
The song is bright and cheery and is very happy. Her stick bounces and leaps from string to string like it’s happy too. What is fun to see, though, is Alex, whose eyes switch between the music, her fingers, her bow, and close for a few seconds of time when her fingers slide higher up the black part before slipping back down without a break. Her brow is furrowed in concentration. She grows taller and opens her shoulders up as she reaches the peak of a line of notes before her shoulders come back in as the note becomes quiet. Her body is moving with the rhythm of the music and her head twitches every so often but mostly it’s her entire body that’s rocking and


C.S. Lewis wrote:You can never get a cup of tea large enough, or a book long enough to suit me.
sugarstrings wrote:I just read what I have so far to my grandmother while we were in the car. When I finished all she said was "wow". A few seconds later she said "I told you you were going to be a writer when you grew up. I've told you since you were five years old. I'm glad I was right."
I feel so accomplished right now. ;-;




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