This is another one of my church ideas.
Copyright: The Flintstones (because I can't write songs by myself)
Photo #49: The Schreave Quartet
There are people out there who can speak several languages. Eadlyn's mother is a linguist in the way notes flow with each other. She could play the piano and violin all while singing with her equally harmonious voice. It was a rare talent to be able to sing and play an instrument at the same time but her mother was able to do so.
Eadlyn knows that before her mother became the queen of Illéa, she was a musician in Carolina. If the castes still existed, she would've been a Five which equaled being an artist. You'd think that with four kids at least one of them would be a musician. Mathematically speaking, there was a 25% chance of one of them being musical but the slim chances ceased to be true. None of the Schreave kids were musicians - but that didn't stop them from at least trying.
The next photo on the wall shows a band that never became true (which for Illéa's sake, is better that way). Eadlyn and her siblings tried to be a band but that failed.
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"Happy anniversary, my dear," Maxon whispers, waking America up with a series of small kisses all over her face and neck.
America smiles, half-asleep, loving to be woken up by her kissing husband. She brings the sheets up to her nose and stays in the warmth of the quilt before opening her blue eyes at her husband. Maxon sees her eyes smiling and kisses her forehead.
"Happy anniversary," America whispers back.
The two of them nestle in close with each other, planning to just spend the day with each other in bed. They tend to try to do this on their wedding anniversary, their birthdays, holidays, Sunday mornings, rainy or cloudy mornings, and basically every morning possible. It was hard to follow that plan when ruling a country and raising four kids at the same time.
Speaking of their four kids, they all burst into the room, causing Maxon and America to shoot up out of bed. When the two of them see their kids, they ease away the tension. America holds her racing heart as Maxon holds her.
"Morning, kids," Maxon greets them, settling down from the slight scare.
"Happy anniversary, mom and dad!" The four of them exclaim.
Maxon and America beam in gratitude for they thought their kids didn't know the importance of today. But if all of Illéa knew due to the extensive media coverage and programs dedicated towards the two of them today, then of course their own kids would know. The castle was probably buzzing.
From what they thought was breakfast in bed in their kids' hands, it was actually a set of musical instruments. Eadlyn stands behind a keyboard, Ahren holds a guitar, Kaden has a solo drum hanging from his neck, and Osten holds a tambourin. America smiles at the idea that she believes to be going on. Maxon, on the other hand, simply smiles since he knows his kids are no musical prodogies.
"What are you kids up to?" America asks out of curtesy.
"We're going to perform a song for you," Osten replies. "But, Ahren didn't write it since he had no lyrics in mind and was busy writing to Camille."
America laughs a little as Ahren shoots his brother a little glare.
America cheers at the thought of her kids being musical for once since she's always wanted a child who could play an instrument. Maxon knows that his kids are no Mozart nor are tney even close to being America on the musical scale (no pun intended). America knows that fact too but whenever she sees any of the kids carrying an instrument or a tune, she gets excited. Maxon does, however, appreciate the gesture and gift for this occasion and even snaps a picture of his little Schreave Quartet to remember it all.
Eadlyn counts her borthers in and they all start playing their instruments. They're out-of-tune and some are at a tempo ahead of others but America still smiles happily.
"Mommy told me something a little kid should know," Eadlyn begins singing, "it's all about the devil and I've learned to hate him so. She said he causes trouble when you let him in the room. He will never ever leave you if your heart is filled with gloom."
"So let the sun shine in Face it with a grin," Ahren continues, steumming a chords that almost sounded right. "Smilers never lose and frowners never win. So let the sun shine in. Face it with a grin. Open up your heart and let the sun shine in."
During an instrumental part, Maxon can't help but smile himself. Though they sound bad, he loves to watch his kids do anything. Underneath the blankets, he squeezes America's hand tightly.
"When you are unhappy, the devil wears a grin," Kaden sings next. "But oh, he starts to running when the light comes pouring in. I know he'll be unhappy 'cause I'll never wear a frown. Maybe if we keep on smiling he'll get tired of hanging 'round."
"If I forget to say my prayers the devil jumps with glee," Osten sings. "But he feels so awful when he sees me on my knees. So if you're full of trouble and you never seem to win, just open up your heart and let the sun shine in."
"So let the sun shine in," all fours kids sing together. "Face it with a grin. Smilers never lose and frowners never win. So let the sun shine in. Face it with a grin. Open up your heart and let the sun shine in."
"Let the sun shine in!" They all chant before hitting that last note, shockingly in sync with each other.
America and Maxon break into applause and cheers, praising and whistling their little musicians. The Schreave Quartet bows. Sure, they weren't exactly Tessa Tamble or even New Direction but they were their own kind of music.
"Bravissimo, my babies!" America exclaims in a sudden Italian accent, getting up out of bed to embrace and kiss her children.
"You kids have an encore?" Maxon asks.
"No," Osten flat-out responds.
"That's the only song we know," Kaden adds.
"Barely!" Eadlyn exclaims. "We barely know how to play this song."
"I'd say we were a one-hit wonder," Ahren mutters.
The actual song is adorable and I sure hope I didn't butcher it by writing it like this.
Stay Tuned - I think I'm going to be taking a small break but when I get back there will be romance will be in the air...
