I'd been practicing for months... I'd been playing the same instrument for the past 10 years... I'd performed before and I wasn't nervous about it. But I didn't know what was wrong with me at that moment when they told me that my next concert would be an audition for one of the best music schools in the world... I had never been more stressed about anything in my life before... Until today I don't have the words to describe my fear for that concert...
The only way I thought would relax me about the whole situation was if I talked to my best friend about it... She didn't only try to calm me down, but she came up with a solution to help me... I played the cello and she played the trumpet. She suggested for us to play a kind of remix for the concert. So that's what we decided to do...
Only a few days before the concert, I can't say that I wasn't nervous at all... I was... But I knew that I wasn't alone... I felt relieved because of that matter...
The song began... The cello went first... That's the only sound you could hear at the beginning of the song... The cello felt lonely in the first couple of seconds... But everything fell into place when the sound of the trumpet joined in...
My best friend made my hardest and scariest moment easier for me... I swore from that day on that I would be there for her just as she was there for me...
From that day I learnt that friends make life bearable... And at many times in life they are known as our only hope!...
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I was inspired to write this story when I listened to track 13 and I heard the sound of the cello. I just thought the sound of the cello was very lonely and everything changed when another instrument joined in... So I decided to use that idea as a friendship where everything became easier when you had one friend by your side...
ReplyDeleteI find your interpretation of your chosen track really interesting: the idea of the solitary cello being lifted by its musical friend is original and fresh, and has a lot of potential. Well done!
ReplyDeleteHowever, I am not sure you have fulfilled this potential fully. You've gone for the literal, rather than the metaphorical. I mean you've listened to a song about a string and a brass instrument, and you've written about a string and a brass instrument. I guess what I was hoping is that the music you chose would free up your imagination and act as a liberating stimulus rather than a creative straightjacket. What I am hoping you can try to do with your writing is take some serious risks: try out things you haven't done before with language.
For example, if you take as your starting point the idea of solitude and friendship, concentrate your mind on that idea and find a narrative starting point elsewhere. When I did so just now, I saw an old man sitting on a bench outside his rural home, watching the empty road with nothing driving by; then, with the second instrument, his wife comes and sits next to him. Do you see what I mean?
I also think, like last time, that metaphor will be your greatest weapon as you fight for bolder prose. That and the abandonment of the ellipsis.
I hope my comments are making sense and helping you. Do say if they aren't. :)
Let's see what the other students think...