As the Hand Strums the Guitar

A clash of sounds fill the room that at first hurt one’s ears, but slowly the voices quiet down and then the strings are struck at the same pace and rhythm. Two minutes later the voices arise once again and there seems to be a dispute as to who speaks the loudest or who wants to be heard by most of the people around.

Again the strings are struck and the voices quiet down.

Like a musical piece, the voices arise again. So many topics are spoken.

The boys, to the left, talk about tests, concerts, teachers and funny stuff that only the boys would laugh at.

The strings are struck a bit more; some more sweet sounds are produced.

The girls, to the right, huddled up in a small group talking about boys, teachers, clothes and makeup. There are topics of he said this and I said that. They talk about moms and dads, step-moms and step-dads. It seems like the girls have more to talk about.

All of this is taking place as the master of ceremonies (referred to as the maestro by some) calls one at a time to test them and help them improve on a song that they have been working on for the past couple of weeks.

All of a sudden, the maestro calls out: “All together”, and like magic everyone stops talking and starts playing the song in sweet harmony. (Well sort of, for some of them still need a bit more practice.)

With this, 45 minutes have gone by as the strumming hand plays the guitar. The music class ends.

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(Written : March 19, 2014) Todos os direitos reservados a Meire Marion.