I just watched Grease. Man, what a great movie. Soo...I think that there will be three more chapters, including this one.
Important: Because of the whole song lyrics thing we got going on here, I changed the song that Naomi's going to sing. It's written by a friend of Shirley's, and said friend doesn't advertise her work. If you want to read more on it, go back to chapter...
Of all the things I thought I might find when I got home, this wasn't it.
I didn't know how it got into my house. Really, anyone could have put it there, since I accidently left the house unlocked.
It was beautiful, in it's own way. The sunlight seemed to reflect off of it, despite the fact that it was a dank, cloudy day. It was everything I remembered it to be, and somehow it managed to be even more intruiging now that it was actually in front of me.
It was the electric guitar from the music store.
And, of course, there was a note. What better to complete a mysterious gift from an anonymous source than an anonymous, mysterious note? It read,
Naomi,
You'll always be my Starling.
Whoa. Starling. That went a long way back. When I was four or five, I'd get up on my toy chest and sing for my aunts and uncles. They called me a little starlet, which easily transferred to Starling, and was a play on my last name -Sterling. Mostly it was my parents who started it, but it spread easily. And then I told my friends, so anyone who knows me knows my childhood nickname.
I looked at it again. It wasa chocolate brown in color, a little plain compared to the ones that you might see some more famous people playing, but I still thought it was great. It had six silver strings, a little thicker than my acoustic guitar's, and beside it was a cord attached toa big, square amplifier on the ground. Someone knew their guitars. My parents, say, would never know that an electric guitar required an amplifier.
I smiled. This was possibly the best gift I ever recieved.
But who did I recieve it from?
"Shirley," I asked, looking up from my music, "What would happen if someone switched songs at the last minute for the recital, and didn't tell anyone?"
She looked at me strangely.
"Well, they don't know what you're doing yet, so you'll have to tell them into the microphone what song you're singing right before you begin."
"Okay. Can you...Do you know why your friend never wanted to publicize her song?"
"No, Naomi, I don't know for sure. But I do know that it was based on a personal experience. Don't you think that gives her the right to keep it private?"
"I guess so. But why am I singing it?"
"Because my friend Anna, who wrote it, decided that since it helped her heal already, it doesn't need to be private anymore. It's a good song, and it flatters your voice, Naomi, and she gave me permission to use it."
"Okay. But still, if it's her song in that sense..."
"I assure you, Naomi, it's fine. Make it your own. From the beginning."
Later on, as I walked home, I thought of Shirley's words.
Make it your own...
Make it your own...
Make it your own...
I smiled. Shirley hadn't verbally indicated what it might be. So she couldn't nail me whatI was about to do.
Sorry about my short chapter, but what's happening in the next chapter has to have it's own chapter, I already decided. It'll be up in the next two days. And an update for Bridging the Gap is up in a week at the most.
