*April's P.O.V*
Today was a calm day. Usually after I get out of high school at 2:30 I launch my ass to the Music Academy, wich is only concert band and methodic clases; small words, its more theory than action. Since today I have no Marching I feel im allowed to have some more days whithout that much of a stress.
But oh well, all I can say is that, that concert band is the pure of the purest example of the result of hard work and boring hours of extenuating practice.
Beacause when we actually hit stage for a show we can make a melodic, sentimental and impressive one hour and a halve show.
When I link with the harmonies I can hear all the sweet melodies of the flutes that camuflage within the air, the trumpets in wich every high note provokes a tingle in my body, and the saxophones that with every vibration and every finger key, they unblur a diferent sound.
Each instrument playing their part with diferent melodies, but all together a same goosebumping feeling.
In that moment its no longer about the music written on the pentagrams in front of me, or about if I hit the right notes or not. All that matters in that moment is that when I start playing, my concentration links with the sounds in a level that I can feel the music inside me.
And theres this moment I feel myself moving inside the music in a way that my heart starts beating and pumping life into me at the tempo of the piece, with the magic of the melody.
Every second inside that river of sounds, makes me feel a waterfall of life.
In these precise moments I no longer play because this will take me to college, or because I need the grade; I start playing because I feel alive.
I play only because it takes me away to a world where theres nothing but peace, and the only thing I do is let my fingers dance on and across each and every one of the keys, let the air sink and sing from inside to out the body of of the sax.
This moments are what I live for.
And I love all about that. Those sounds, the music that transports you and makes you walk around all your memories, it can make you so happy or so extremely melancholic and broken.
And thats okay, because music is the only thing allowed to brake your heart, and for only one reason; it can fix you back.
This afternoon after getting out of the academy I walked myself to eat something on a little restaurant seven minutes away; walking.
Today the sun is tickling hot, and the road looks wavy because of the tropical warmth . If it wouldn't be because of the top of the trees moving you would not notice the breeze, because today its barely audible.
Its five thirty and its incredibly hot.
Yeap, this is what is like to live on a little island at the tropic.
I cross around the race track and take a view to all the people there. Ones taking their walks, others taking ther practice runs. Some are only couples kissing here and there, extremely loving each other in a way that us, the ones looking, would want to puke rainbows of envy.
The luckiest ones are only walking around, reading, probably being thankfull for their perfect lives.
And me. Im just here walking to a restaurant to pretend im eating, having fun and being a rebel teen just to hide the fact that my father dont want me playing music and leaves me waiting here untill late night hours as a punishment.
