|
|
Post by Lois Ann Lennon on Jan 9, 2011 19:54:09 GMT -5
Lois Ann usually did her little performances during the day, but she hadn't gotten around to it this morning. She'd been up all night because she was too busy writing a new piece of music. Now, after many hours and days of hard work, her piece was finished. And even though there usually isn't anyone around Central Park at midnight, she decided to get some practice in for her daylight performance the next day, that is, if she was awake before two in the afternoon. The later she stays up, the later she sleeps in.
She sat on her favorite bench, near the fountain where she always sat. She glanced around to make sure no one was watching and then flicked her fingers together. Her flick was almost silent, she could barely hear it herself. But as she clicked her fingers, her long case opened and the cello rose up into the air and floated there for a moment. She nodded her head to the right a little, and the cello moved to the right simultaneously and landed in her outstretched hand. Her bow hovered into her other hand.
She looked around to make sure no one had seen, but the park was still empty. But she didn't mind. Even if she didn't get a few bucks from the people walking by, she was doing this mainly for practice. She didn't care about the money. She never had and she never would. She placed her lifted her bow and began to place her new piece of music, which she'd memorized due to spending the last two weeks writing it nonstop. She hummed along with the slow music as she played. But she hoped, for whoever was walking around Central Park at midnight, would enjoy her melody.
|
|
