"In an old house in Paris, that was covered in vines lived twelve little girls in
two straight lines."
That, for you who did not have much of a childhood,
was from the book Madeline. Originally, I wanted to do a little story book based
off of Madeline. Unfortunately, I have no artistic skills whatsoever, so I nixed that idea and went for a poem
instead. I love really cute poetry like in Madeline, and Dr. Seuss, so it seemed
like a good fit. I am not a very experienced writer, but I thought "Hey, I'll
give it a shot!"
Before I came to Converse, I thought I knew about
music. I do know about music, just not as much as I thought. Everything that I
thought about music has changed in both good and bad ways. I learned that asking
questions is good, and you won't be looked down on for asking. I learned
that I can have friends. I've learned
that music is even harder than I thought it was. I've learned that music can be
even more ridiculously fun than I thought it ever could be. Every second of
every day, I'm thinking about music. I'm analyzing every song, every melody I
hear. In short, I'm becoming a music freak.
By the time I graduate, I hope
I'm better musician. I hope my performance skills are greatly improved,
with both my singing and my playing. I hope that I learn to just let things go
and I realize that God has a plan and that whatever it is; it will all work out
someday.
"And that's all that there is. There isn't anymore."
In an old little house that was covered with bricks
lived a
girl and her piano, which made her quite sick.
Practicing was boring,
recitals were scary
And nothing could make her think the contrary.
Until
one day she met a composer named Haydn,
Needless to say she was sort of
excited.
She learned the sonata by the end of the week.
And it started her
thinking,
A future in music may not be so bleak.
Soooooooo
She came to
Converse to study piano and singing.
She thought her knowledge of music was
huge,
Until she was asked which instrument was a bassoon.
What's
counterpoint? Voice leading? A C major seven?
She thought she would die and
go straight up to heaven.
She had a lot to learn, and was helped by her
friends
Who played violin, cello, flute, and French horn
And there's
plenty of singers, thought that's kind of the norm.
They helped her with
Italian, nerves, and theory.
And after a lot of hard work, she could
understand clearly.
Theory is difficult, of that there's no
doubt,
Understanding takes a while, so it's useless to pout.
Italian is
exciting and nerves are plain dumb, the one things that matters is just having
fun.
As she looked to her future she had one thing to say,
"Although music
is hard, I'll do it anyway.
I'll create the next Netrebko and Callas,
And
hopefully I'll be in Europe, not Dallas.
I'll play the piano all day and be
in operas at night
But my name won't be the one sparkling in
lights.
And that's ok because, when it comes to performing
I'd rather
be backstage helping till morning.
But, till then, if I'm needed, I'm in room
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Practicing scales, which are now kinda fun."
