Mrs.G.F.Handel: I sort of redid chapter one. All I fixed was the layout of the paragraphs so it's more readable. I didn't fix any grammar or spelling mistakes. Oh well. At least it looks nicer.
Handel: Thanks for the reviews! After this chapter, there will be a couple more.
Chapter Three
"Your niece?" asked Melinda, confused. "Why are you worried about your niece?"
"Her father" Handel said simply.
"What about her father?"
"She needs the same thing I needed" he replied.
"What's that?" Melinda asked. Handel didn't answer. "Well," she said slowly, "what is her name? Do you know where we can find her?"
"I can't remember. I'm so old." And suddenly, he disappeared.
At that time, Delia walked through the door. "Do I dare ask?"
"Don't worry about it" smiled Melinda.
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As soon as work was over for the day, Melinda went to see Professor Payne.
"You've got to be kidding me, Handel!" cried Payne.
"Yes, I saw Handel," said Melinda. "I need your help; you must know something about Handel."
"Oh, so I'm the authority on Baroque composers now, am I? Well guess what? That's not what I do!"
"Okay," said Melinda huffily. "I'll just go to someone else, tell them I can see ghosts, ask them about Handel, and see if they can help me with my ghost. Is that what you want? For me to go someone else?"
"Sure!" insisted Payne. "There is a fantastic music professor down the hallway, Professor Jamie Crawler. Go ask her! I'm sure she will be more than happy to assist you!"
"Okay," said Melinda. She turned around and headed toward the door.
"No, wait!" cried Professor Payne. He quickly ran around his desk and went up to Melinda. "Okay, so I know a few things, but I don't claim to be an expert."
"A few things maybe is all I will need to know."
"So, what exactly do you what to know?" he asked.
"Well, Handel said something about his niece?"
"Hmm, Handel's niece … niece of Handel … I think I have read something about that, hold on." Payne walked over to his bookshelves and rummaged through some magazines. He pick one up and flipped through the pages. "Ah-ha! Here it is!" Folding the magazine in half along the middle he showed an article.
Melinda did a double take. She had recognized the woman in the picture. "Hey, I've seen her before. I ran into her at the mall."
"You've meet Victoria Glade? Do you realize how amazing that is?"
"Why, is she famous?"
"She is not nearly half as famous as Beyoncé or Britney Spears, but she has made a name of herself. She has studied at the local high school. In this article it says that she knows how to play several interments and has played in orchestras."
"It says here that she has done many performances and made recordings."
"Yes, she has done several concerts. Most of her performances have been done around the state. I haven't seen any though."
"Handel also said something about her father and that she needs the same thing that he needed?"
"Ahha. You see, Handel had a diffrant childhood than most other composers. For instance, what does Bach, Mozart, Beethoven and all the other greats have in common?"
"I really don't know" said Melinda.
"Well, they all came from musical familes who encouraged their children to be involved in music as well. On the other hand, Handel's father was the opposite. George Handel Sr. was a barber-surgen and believed his son should be in a more profitable profession, particularly a lawyer. For his entire life Handel hated his father. Perhaps Victoria Glade's father is the same way."
"To have freedom to do the profession she wants. Perhaps that was what Handel was talking about. Do you know where she lives?"
"If I did, I wouldn't tell you. I just like to make things more complicated for you."
"Well, that's very nice of you" Melinda said sarcastically.
"Yes, it is" Professor Payne smirked.
"I should see if I could find anything at the high school she went to. Thanks a lot."
Melinda made her way to the door.
"Wait, can't I go?" Professor Payne asked.
"We might be talking about girl stuff."
"Never mind."
Laughing, Melinda left.
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About fifteen minutes later, Melinda found herself in front of the high school. Classes had just ended for the day, so kids were going in all directions.
Walking in through the front and walking down the hallway, she went to find the main offiace. Almost to her distination, she noticed music coming from one of the rooms. She looked in the room that it was coming from and saw that it was a music room. On the door was a sign that said Musical Theater. Under it is stated the teachers name: Miss. Aird.
A middle aged woman with a graying hair and glasses was sitting at a piano and plaing a piece that Melinda did not recognize. She quickly assumed it was Miss. Aird because of her piano skills - she was very good.
After a bit she still had not noticed her yet. Melinda slowly made her way in the class and waited. After a while, the woman had finished.
Smiling, Melinda clapped. The woman, finaly noticing her presence, smiled as well. She stood and took a bow.
"Sorry, was I interupting anything?" Melinda asked.
"No, it's okay. I was just finishing up anyway. May I help you?"
"Yes, I was wondering if you know Victoria Glade."
"Yes, I taught her as a matter of fact. She was in my class for her entire high school career. Very good student. Do you know her?"
Out of the corner of her eye, Melinda could see Handel at the piano.
"I have met her once. Do you where I could find her?"
"Sure, let me write down her address for you," she said. Miss. Aird made her way to her desk to write it down.
"She is as horrible professor. Victoria mostly taught herself. Good girl," said Handel.
"Shh…" whispered Melinda.
"What was that?" asked Miss. Aird.
"Did you just shush me?" asked Handel.
"Nothing," said Melinda.
"No one shushes me of all people."
"Here it is." Miss. Aird had written down the address on a paper. She handed it to Melinda. "Will that be all?"
"Yes, thank you, you've been very helpful."
"Of all people…"
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"What are you going to do now?" asked Delia.
Melinda and Delia were shopping at the mall (and unbeknownst to Delia, Handel was there too).
"I have been thinking of going to see Vicky at the auditorium. I wanted to talk to her first before I saw her father. If that chair really did belong to Handel, she should have it."
"It is my chair and it was my idea" Handel growled. "This place smells weird" he said randomly.
Melinda almost laughed as they made their way into the Movie/Game/Music department.
"Speaking of Handel, I kind of started getting more into the classical music genre."
"Oh, really?" Melinda asked.
"Yea, it's interesting. The music, the history. You know, Beethoven went deaf when he was older?"
"Interesting."
"Sounds like a joke, a deaf musician. I'm not one to complain. I went blind."
"Did you know Handel was blind?" Melinda asked.
"Really?!" asked Delia, surprised.
"Yea, he had been in a carriage accident and was left paralyzed. He was able to get better, but not long after that he started going blind."
"Wow, you learn something new everyday. Amazing that he was still able to write music. How did you know that, anyway?"
"Oh, you know. Around." she smiled.
Delia picked up a Mozart CD. "I might get this one" she said.
It was a large silver case that held five CD's. On the back it said which CD had what music on it. On the front was the picture of Mozart. Underneath it read '250 Years: Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart.'
"He is just a cheap copy of me," said Handel. "Practically stole my and Bach's music. A mere copycat."
"You know, perhaps I'll get this one instead, since we were talking about Handel anyway."
Delia picked up a Handel CD. It read 'Classical Treasures: George Fredrick Handel (1685-1759).'
Handle was ecstatic as he, Delia, and Melinda walked to the checkout line.
"When will you go see her?" asked Delia.
"I'll go tomorrow morning. I need to figure out what I'm going to say to her."
"Good idea. You can sleep on it."
Melinda looked at Handel.
"Who needs sleep when you're dead?"
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Later that night, Vicky had found her way to Melinda and Delia's shop. Ever since she ran into them the other day, she could not stop thinking about the weird felling she had around them.
Somehow, she found herself in front of their shop, pressing her nose the glass door, looking into the darkened store. She had her eye on a nice looking chair near the counter. Vicky always had an interest for old fashioned things like antiques. But this chair caught her eye. It looked really nice. It then occurred to her how geeky it sounded that she thought these things were cool. She didn't care all that much.
Handel was standing behind her, watching her. He wanted her to have his chair. It was that chair that he wrote his works, where he spent so many sleepless nights, and where he celebrated his musical victories.
Sighing, Vicky turned around toward Handel. Of course, she could not see him. But somehow she felt he was there. She did not know he really was.
"I wish you were here" she sighed softly, a tear falling down her cheek.
She turned slowly away and made her way back home.
Handel followed her.
"Don't worry, I'll watch over you," he whispered.
TBC…
Mrs.G.F.Handel: Okay, two more chapters! Please review.
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