The Diary of Joy

Music and dancing

18. Peace, the year of the Phoenix

Dear Angel,

As you have probably noticed so far, we are a family that likes to have fun and enjoy life. My mother and father are very fond of dancing, and it is no wonder that they transferred that love and passion for music to their children. Well, some of their children. Me and the twins simply adore music and dancing while I can't say the same is true for Mischief. She has other, more trouble-causing interests, I think.

Anyway, Peace, Chatterbox and I feel that there is nothing like listening to the music and letting its beat take you wherever it wants while you dance your heart out. Although my brothers love it, I feel like my connection to music and dancing is special, unique. Well, I guess that is not a surprise having in mind how unique I am, myself.

I don't know why, but to me, music feels like it's so much more than just music, it feels like a friend. Someone to comfort you when you feel sad and to help you see the beauty of life and being alive. I guess music motivates me to be the best version of myself that I can be.

I mean, isn't it enchanting how something as beautiful as that can be made without magic? Humans don't seem to appreciate that as much as they should. Their music has so much variety and beauty in itself that even I have started listening to it, it's so special. I keep trying to catch all the different tones and notes, all the things that make it so unique.

I love the music of my people, both elves and fairies, but most of the time we seem to lack the much-needed variety. Even if something is beautiful, once you've heard it too many times, it loses the very magic that drove you towards it in the first place.

To me, human music feels like it has been made for every occasion, every possible emotion, and that is simply awesome. Whenever I need something I can find it in music, not only comfort but other things, as well. 

For example, when I feel like the way the others see me, the way they gossip about me and my family is too much, no happy music that can lift me up. After all, no magic is all-powerful. Still, when it can't lift me up, it can help me have a good cry. It helps me pour out my heart and soul while listening to some of those sad, heartbreaking songs.

Somehow, that makes it easier for me. I can tell myself that I am crying for them, not for myself. That helps me feel less selfish. It makes my pain a bit more bearable because I no longer feel it as my own.

I know, I know, it doesn't make a lot of sense when I try to explain it, but it's like by putting some distance between me and my pain, I can cry it all out. Next thing I know, I feel much better, as if a burden had been lifted from my shoulders.

You might be thinking that I am a strange fairy-elf for doing so, but I don't care. The important thing is that it does help. I feel better and back to my old (well, not really old), joyous self.

Music and dancing are also there for me when I need more energy to do homework or house chores. For that one, mom and my siblings are not so happy since it affects them as well.

What I want to say is, that sometimes when I am getting ready to do some homework, or when I am cleaning the house I like to do it in style. When I say in style, I mean with suitable music. Because let's face it, there is music for everything and that's just perfect.

Generally, I listen to upbeat music when cleaning the house, while also dancing. Yes, you heard it right, I clean and dance at the same time. I call it clean-dancing, and it is the best thing ever. You clean your house, exercise, and have a lot of fun. That's just perfect for me since I am unable to do boring things well. This is my way to do what mom says, and have fun.

It's important to remark, that although my family isn't very happy about my habit that sometimes disturbs their peace, they are very supportive of it when they feel I truly need it. Sometimes, on a rare occasion, because she needs to maintain the air of authority, mom joins in on the fun as well.

Those are some of the best of times for me. Mom and I, just flying around, dusting the house (and I don't mean covering it with fairy dust but cleaning) singing along our favorite songs and dancing, either in the air or on the ground.

I feel like my mother has so much dance and singing left in her, but most of the time, she tries to control herself in front of us. Still, from time to time, I catch her dancing and singing at work when she thinks no one is watching.

Maybe that's how she gets inspiration for the wonderful flowers she makes. One thing I know for sure is that I always feel inspired to do something creative after listening to the music. So not only are music and dancing fun, but they can also be very productive, for us, fairies.

As you might have guessed from what I have said earlier, I am slightly different in my special powers from my mother. Being the only fairy-elf child in existence, no one actually knows what my job will be once I am old enough to work, but I know. It will be music, it will always be music.

I guess it has something to do with the blood that runs through my veins since both elves and fairies are rather musical. Both special put a high value on music and dancing. If one was able to create new music and dances, they were considered unique. That is what I think I am, one of a kind. The one who will bring new and innovative types of music and dancing to both the elf and the fairy society.

How do I know that? I am not sure, I just get this feeling that the worlds that had been more or less the same for many, many years are about to change drastically. Mom and dad, their love, was part of the change, but I feel I have a large role to play as well.

Am I right? I have no idea. But wouldn't it be grand if that was true, if I was right. If I manage to change the world just by being my usual, positive self. Thinking about it, if I can change the magical worlds that have spent centuries being the same, what can humans do if they set their minds to it?

Can you imagine how much humans could change their world for the better, only if they chose to do so? The funny thing about humans is that they don't always make the best of choice, my sister is the best proof of that, but imagine if they could. Imagine if we all became the best versions of ourselves that we can be. Wouldn't that be more magical than anything a spell or fairy dust could do?

Anyway, on that happy note, I have to go. Peace wants to talk to me about something, and having in mind how quiet he usually is it feels important. See you next time.

Lots of love,

Joy