Ah, music. The sweet sounds that tingle our ears with joy. Drums that make you tap your feet, strings that send a power surge through your skin that cause you to fly on your feet in a fashion we know as dance. Some people listen to music. They simply let the feeling flow through them like a kite bellowing in the wind. Some create it. Musicians strum the symphonies that creates a cold sweat of power as they let their hearts take over their hands.
When a musician plays an instrument, it is their way of speaking, their way of expressing their feelings, or perhaps another's. Music is an interpretation, but it is not the only one. As a person listens to such music, they feel suddenly overtaken, and their body movements synchronize with the beat. They let the feeling move through their hands and feet, and they can't stop. This is sometimes referred to as dancing.
A musician and a dancer are not very different people, even if the dancer is a rather tall, elegant, and a gorgeous woman, and the musician is a short, bald man who needs to replace his giant round glasses with contacts, these people will always have one thing in common: passion.
Music has always been an important aspect of one person's life particular, a young girl. This girl had a dream, a dream that has been kept secret for 15 years, all the days of her life. She loved to dance. Ballet, tap, jazz, salsa, anything she could get her ears on, she listened, and interpreted. Her name is Chris Lively, and here's how her story goes.
"Alright everyone! Listen up please!" Mr. Lively called out to his 84 children as they all sat down at the breakfast table. Seventy-four of whom were girls, Chris being one of them. The other ten were boys, and they were the oldest of the Lively family. Chris was the oldest girl in her family.
"I have an announcement everyone!" Mr. Lively called again. "The mayor and his wife invited us over for dinner tonight so I want everyone home no later than 5 'o clock! Are we all clear?"
"Yes!" Everyone shouted at the same time, everyone except Chris that is. She simply nodded her head agreement.
"Can we stay later this time? I wanted to show my news dolls to Holly," asked Sarah, one of the younger girls.
"Only if the McDodds are alright with it," Mrs. Lively answered. "Now everyone finish your breakfast and get ready for school! Jamie, Michelle, Rachel and Rebbecca, you are going to go on some errands with me."
"Mom, do we have to go to the McDodds? They only have one boy, and he isn't really any fun," Marco, the middle boy asked.
"It's your choice boys, but it would be nice if you came along with us," Mr. Lively answered. "Now hurry up for school, you don't want to be late!"
Everybody rushed out of the dining room into their bedrooms to grab their backpacks and books for school. As the stampede flew out the front door of the house, everyone headed their separate ways toward the elementary school, middle school, and high school. Chris was in the 9th grade at Who High, along with her brothers and some of her sisters. As she walked into the building, she did a few ichassé/i steps and practiced her ipas de bourree/i, but quickly stopped in case of being noticed.
Most ballet moves are French and therefore are hard to pronounce, and hard to spell. But those particular moves are simple steps used in ballet. Anyway, Chris walked the rest of the way to her locker. As she opened it, a note fell to the floor. She bent her knees in iplie/i as she picked the note up. She unfolded it and began to read.
iDid you hear that you guys are coming over for dinner tonight? It's the perfect opportunity to go to the observatory! If you wanna go with me, bring your CD and let me know before you come. Thanks.
Jojo/i
She folded the paper back up and slipped it inside her pocket. She closed up her locker and headed for homeroom. As she sat down at her desk in the back of the room, she took her notebook out and wrote a reply note to Jojo McDodd.
iOf course I heard. Dad made an announcement at breakfast. The question isn't whether I'll go with you or not, it's which CD do you want me to bring?
Chris/i
She ripped the page from the book and folded it into small sections. She put the note in her other pocket and closed up her notebook.
"Okay everyone! Everyone take your seats and quiet down so we can begin!" The teacher, Mr. Davenport called to all the students who were sitting on top of the desks and throwing wads of paper at each other.
After homeroom, Chris walked over to Jojo's locker and slipped the note through one of the small slots at the top. She then headed for her own locker to get the books needed for her next class. As she walked towards her locker, she happened to pass by the music room where students were playing a song from a movie soundtrack that came out just recently. She remembered that song because she owned the Whoatouille soundtrack. She leaned up against the door and listened as the played each note clearly and precise.
After all her morning classes, it was time for lunch. Chris sat down at her usual empty table with her sack lunch. But it wasn't empty anymore after Jojo McDodd sat down next to her with his own sack lunch. Chris held out her fist and he hit it with his. It was their way of saying hi, since neither of them ever spoke.
Chris gave Jojo a look that asked if he had read her reply. He smiled and nodded. Then her face read, "Well?" He handed her a piece of paper that said, "All of them." Chris smiled and nodded as if saying, "Sweet." Then they took out their lunches and ate in that peaceful silence.