Painting The Sonata

Chapter 1

Aurora:

  I look at the new room which I shall be calling my own until dad's job forces us to transfer again. One thing I notice every time we move is the walls being so barren of life until I put my posters, and music sheets up and make it my own.  As far as I'm concerned Silverton Colorado is fairly small in general with about 500 people calling it home, and the huge mountains residing above the town making the place seem more beautiful.

   I lay on my splayed flowery bed sheets and stare at the ceiling wondering out loud in almost a whisper, "How many other people have laid on this bed before me?" When my family of three moved, I would always seem to ask myself these peculiar questions but with no avail of finding any answers to be given back. 

  As I lay there contemplating how I was going to recreate this room into a piece of my tenor, my overly excited brother Caleb runs in yelling, "Roe! I can see mountains from my room!" I give him a  dear God why did mom allow him to eat all those sugary snacks in the car  look and just try to catch on to what he wants to tell me. As I try to grasp what's happening he's already run up by my window, opening my curtains to reveal these beautiful mountains that have trees cascading down them like a waterfall. As I begin to take it all in with so much admiration he looks up at me with the cheesiest grin and says,

"Do you think Bigfoot lives up there in one of this trees?"

I bend down to be face to face with my overly curious brother, "Definitely, and I just so happen to know he loves to eat little boys with a sweet tooth."

My brother looks at me with such a surprised gaze that I can't help but laugh a little. He's only eight but I can't help but tease him since he can be so gullible. But honestly, I love him to death without him and all his questions I don't know how I'd get through the long car rides from state to state with mom and dad's constant talk about the "marvelous attractions" that are found everywhere we move too.

  As my brother runs down the stairs into the living room I can hear my mom calling me from the kitchen "Aurora Charlotte Hayze get down here and help me organize all the boxes in the kitchen."  Every time she calls me by my full name it sends chills down my spine because either it's something serious happening and she needs me, or I'm in trouble. Not like I'm fond of the name either.  Until my baby brother was about three, he could only scramble simple words so he never could say my name and it always sounded like"Roe", and I guess that's how the nickname occurred, and my parents cheerfully adopted it too. I walk down from my room, and run down stairs to find my mother caring a big box that says UTENSILS & PLATES on it. She begins to prop it down on the kitchen counter top. She looks at me with a sweet grin only a mother could give

"Aurora why don't you look for your things." I smile back at my sweet mother and go hunt for my things. It's like finding a needle in a haystack. It took me a good ten minutes to rummage through all the things my family has, until I soon find the golden treasure I have been looking for. A medium sized box with the words Aurora's box! CAN ONLY BE TOUCHED BY ROE! That has been boldly written across. I write these things since my brother can't help but be Butter finger of the year.

My dad walks in on me and my mom while we are sorting through all the boxes, he comes in with his usual ear to ear smile. He smiles so much that he's gotten his crow's feet, but he calls his wrinkles "happy lines". His philosophy is that every line has a happy memory inside that can't be replaced for the world. My father has always been a happy go-lucky guy.

Dad begins to carry two of his boxes that belongs in the new office, as he walks away he looks at my mom, and me "Ladies don't rush to put all the kitchen supplies away I'm buying Chinese food tonight." As dad walks out of his office with the car keys in his hands ready to go out into the town, I start walking with some of the boxes in my hand to my new room. I lay the boxes of my things down on  my bed sheets and begin sorting through my things.

I first grab the box full of sheet music that I have written over the years, and there's also a poster I kept of Mozart, and Bach that my parents found at a garage sale last summer. I even have some old vinyl records that I used to play from time to time as a kid to keep me distracted from boredom, needless to say I was the peculiar girl stuck in the 80's rather than wanting to use an IPod. It can't be helped, everything in this box from my music, my posters, my journals, and my piano are all a piece of me it feels like this box is my home, one day I hope to find a place I can settle and call my own home. I'm tired of moving form place to place not finding a space that can be just mine. As I put up my posters, and set down my sheet music on an old wooden desk, my brother Caleb runs up with a sly grin on his face while looking at my poster of Back, "Mom says the U-Haul truck will be bringing your piano tomorrow" Caleb says. I smile back at him with genuine gratitude, "thanks for letting me know little bro." I respond back genuinely happy.

Dad comes back from the town a little while later stating he found the Chinese restaurant after a good 30 minutes of getting lost in the small town. Sometimes I wonder where his sense of direction could be. After eating with my parents, and my little brothers constant protest of shrimp in his rice, I take a shower put on my oversized Guns N' Roses t-shirt with some workout shorts and head straight to bed. I look up at the ceiling with thoughts on my first day of school, and who I'll see in this small town of over 500.