- I wanted to write this down because I know I'll forget this and I know i matters. I played and sang a love song. A love song I've dragged myself of the couch into my little piano corner framed with moving boxes to work on an arrangement, to practice singing. The first time I performed it, the feedback I got from Darlene and Bill was: Too slow. You should hear Peter do it now. I told Mike that I was just about ready to give up, just like I've been ready to give up all this last year. Frustrated every time I try to produce a sound. So tonight at the church in Twilingate, I was putting all my energy into making sure the sound was good, thank God for Mike, and making sure that the rhythm section was something we acknowledged. My first tune, couldn't hear myself at all and gave up on the idea of having decent sound with the piano. I got up to play my second tune, and I just sank into it and it was right; that's all I could say about it. When I got to the house later, wine bottle in tow, I chatted until Tianna's dad stopped me. I don't even know his name-Mr. Parker-That's it. But Mr. and Mrs. Parker told me that my song, they bad heard a thousand times. Memorized it for a Gr 9 english class. When I began to play, they frowned and said, she's started that too slow. Then they forgot, it needed to be slow. It was a story they said. they finally realized what that song was about. It was the most perfect version they had ever heard and they couldn't wait for the album. Darlene told me she had goose bumps and Mike said a pin could have dropped and been heard. Glen told me people were wiping away tears. The song I almost never sang because I was convinced no one wanted to hear it. I almost cried as they told me how much it meant for me to play that song that night. Made the show, they said.
jul 27 2013 ∞
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