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By S. A. Shukor
A rianna Song scrutinized the lines of
music notes with interest. The lapis lazuli
eyes owned by the 12-year-old girl
sparkled in excitement as she put the
music sheets on the music stand of a
shiny, black piano. As she was done
stretching her fair fingers, she pressed
one keyboard and began another and
another, formed a beautiful song erupted
from the strings. In her mind, thousands
of music notes, time signatures, rhythms,
time rest and trebles were flying freely as
her fingers ran skillfully.
“Aria!” Abruptly, her fingers stopped
halfway through the song. “Aria, dear!
It’s time to go to school!” Arianna knew
immediately it was her mother who called
her and she cocked her head aside to see
a clock showed 7: 15 am. Arianna
immediately jumped from the piano stool
in shock snatched the music sheets and
hastily swung her backpack around her
shoulder as she trotted down the stairs.
She took toasted bread and a gulp of milo
before she met her mother outside,
waiting for her in a car.
“Sorry, Mother,” Arianna apologized
as she closed the passenger door. Her
mother, brunette-haired and a very
intelligent and beautiful woman stared at
her, the mother-look.
“Aria, how many times do I have to
tell you not to play your piano before
going to school?” Her mother repeated
again and it was the 10th time that she
reminded her daughter. Arianna fell silent
as she zipped open her bag and tugged
the music sheets inside effortlessly.
Along the way, the dead silence in the car
buzzed in until they finally reached
Arianna’s school. Arianna gave her
mother a peck before she opened the
door and stepped outside. She stood by
the pathway, waving to her mother until
the car disappeared in sight.
“Aria! Wait up,”
Arianna spun around, soon facing
her best friend, Jessica Marlin. The two
best friends walked together side by side
towards their school building which
loomed high above them.
“Heard any news lately?” Jessica
asked, her bright, red curls bounced as
she walked. Arianna admired her so
much, top in class, specializes in piano as
her own and a first friend since Arianna
stepped onto the school area.
“Nope. How about you?” Arianna
replied back, hoping there’s new
happenings in school.
“Well, good thing I’ve bumped on
you on time,” Jessica giggled before she
continued. “Anyway, this news will
interest you. Next month will be Music
Week which the whole school screamed
their heads off to join a performance.
Every student attends this celebration,
including the seniors of our school! Isn’t
that amazing?” Jessica sighed in joy and
happiness.
“OK, thanks for the info but back
to business. So, what’s the point of this
news by the way? You know the part
which interests me?” Arianna prompted
eager to hear more details.
“Well, Miss Jones announced that
she wants to pick three participants to be
in a performance called La De Classical
which in meaning is playing a classical
song with an instrument that you
specialize in!! Wouldn’t it be fun if we join
the performance together!?” Jessica kept
on screaming in excitement.
“Wait, wait, hold on,” Arianna
stopped her friend, picking thoughts to
form a logical explanation. “Did you say
‘she wants to pick’? I mean seriously, I
don’t even know Miss Jones, nor she also
doesn’t know me!! How should I get the
chance to be picked if she doesn’t even
know me?!” Arianna pressed in, sharing
her fears with her friend. Deep down in
her heart, she wants to participate that
interesting performance, to be shone by
the spotlight and played her own thing
but have to be picked by an unknown
teacher?! Why days getting worse in
every minute!!
“Relax, my friend,” Jessica
coaxed her, patting her back gently. “All
we gotta do is to practice hard to be
picked by Miss Jones and the source of it
is to have good ears and mind-thinking
decisions!” Arianna stared at her,
eyebrows raised in confusion. Jessica
sighed and continued.
“Well, what I mean is that Miss
Jones later will meet the ones who want
to participate the performance five days
later. Kind of like recruiting activity. And
each of us has to pick a song which is
suitable by the theme of the performance
to be played in front of her! That’s why I
want us together to have good ears to
pick a nice, fitting song and mind-
thinking decision if we face lots of songs
that we like but pick the best one yet. So,
are you with me, girlfriend?” Jessica
scrutinized her friend’s expression, her
eyes gleamed in satisfaction.
“I guess so,” Arianna muttered
and with a wan smile, she shrugged and
nodded in understanding. The two friends
discussed when they should start picking
songs and immediately agreed to meet
each other at Jessica’s house tomorrow
after school.