Today's story is about the overcoming of a bit of musical insecurity. Make sure to listen to THIS SONG while reading the story for the full effect, okie dokie? Okay!
She stared down at the instrument propped in the stand on its usual spot on the rough carpet. He noticed her gazing at it.
“Wanna play it?” he asked her.
She kept her eyes on the instrument, wondering if she might accidentally damage it if she tried to awkwardly handle its slender neck and bulky body.
“It’s okay, you won’t break it,” he laughed, practically reading her mind like he usually did.
He swiftly grasped the handle of the bass and lifted it out of the stand, placing it in her hands. She stared at her small fingers and then looked at his hands as he showed her how to hold the bass, noticing how much enormously larger his hands were compared to hers.
“Isn’t it going to be hard for me to strum? I mean, look how much bigger your fingers are than mine.”
He got up from the metal chair and turned up the volume on the receiver.
“This one’s by The Weeks,” he said, nodding his head up and down in unison with the beat. “Hold this chord down and strum,” he told her. “Just like that!”
The chords of the bass were a little hard to handle with her fingers, but she strummed again, beaming as the sound came from the instrument and took it its place with the music.
Growing up in a musical family (my sister teaches music), it's kind of surprising that I can't play anything, really. Give me a paintbrush, and I'm happy! I would love to master an instrument someday, though.
So what about you, my dears? Have you ever played an instrument before? What was your first experience with it?