Sorry everybody that i haven't been around to update the blog, i know it's been a while, but I've been really busy , enjoy ! I'd also like to state that this is fictional and based on ideas and thoughts.. Thank you = )
Nayla had just come back from a typical day at school. English, French, Math,and Music. She always loved Mondays, her last 2 lessons would be music. She had a certain passion for music she had developed over time. She always had dreams of being this famous rock star but they were popped like bubbles by 2 main things, Culture and Family. She knew in the society she lived in, it wouldn't be accepted for a girl to be a singer and that would be against their religion. With her family, her father would have blew his cap off if he knew that his daughter wanted to be what he called "stage trash". But her mother secretly encouraged her to pursue her dreams, since her parents were divorced, her mom was always her right wing.
Today's music lesson was about music and lyrics.
The retired singer/teacher explained that most song lyrics are written based on experience and emotions. For a song to really touch people, the writer's feelings and all had to really be put into the song. Her songs would always reflect some of her depression .
" Life's all about them black eyes and cut lips" and " Save yourself from flying away on angel wings".
He had noticed it especially when she strummed on her guitar strings, She would excuse herself from class after finishing a piece and come back from the bathroom with red eyes and runny nose. It was obvious to him that she'd been crying. He decided to confront her about her problem today after class.
J: " Nayla, Please stay after class I need to discuss something with you.. " , She reluctantly agreed and waited till the end of the class in silence.
He pointed at the chairs that were at the back of the class and grabbed a box of tissues. He knew he was in for the water works.
J : " I've noticed something about all your songs Nayla, they have a lot of depth and meaning , I'll give you credit for that, but there's also some sadness and sorrow in them..."
Nayla could feel the tears starting to build up in her eyes.
J: " Do you want to tell me why? I'm not forcing you or anything, I'm just concerned..."
Nayla felt the first tear trickle down her face. With all the bravery she could summon up, she began to tell him about Mariam's death and how it forever changed her. She paused from time to time letting out a few tears here and there... but she never really got out of that state of mind.
The retired singer/teacher explained that most song lyrics are written based on experience and emotions. For a song to really touch people, the writer's feelings and all had to really be put into the song. Her songs would always reflect some of her depression .
" Life's all about them black eyes and cut lips" and " Save yourself from flying away on angel wings".
He had noticed it especially when she strummed on her guitar strings, She would excuse herself from class after finishing a piece and come back from the bathroom with red eyes and runny nose. It was obvious to him that she'd been crying. He decided to confront her about her problem today after class.
J: " Nayla, Please stay after class I need to discuss something with you.. " , She reluctantly agreed and waited till the end of the class in silence.
He pointed at the chairs that were at the back of the class and grabbed a box of tissues. He knew he was in for the water works.
J : " I've noticed something about all your songs Nayla, they have a lot of depth and meaning , I'll give you credit for that, but there's also some sadness and sorrow in them..."
Nayla could feel the tears starting to build up in her eyes.
J: " Do you want to tell me why? I'm not forcing you or anything, I'm just concerned..."
Nayla felt the first tear trickle down her face. With all the bravery she could summon up, she began to tell him about Mariam's death and how it forever changed her. She paused from time to time letting out a few tears here and there... but she never really got out of that state of mind.
J: " Whenever Your feeling down or need some one to talk to , just come to me OK ?" . He said with his hands gently cupping her chin. She suddenly felt a chill run down her back...All of sudden they both heard a knock on the door.. Who could still be here...?
To Be Continued...
