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Desc: Romantic Sex Story: Chapter 1 - This is the beginning of an extended account of the life of Michael R. Thomas Jr, his family, plus all of the people he meets, and the many events he finds himself in the middle of. All of the music used can be found on iTunes, if you look hard enough! [THIS STORY READS BEST IN LANDSCAPE MODE if using your phone]
My name is Michael Thomas, I was born on June 4th, (The same day as Noah Wyle, Angelina Jolie and King George III). I was only about six or seven years old when IT all began. My mom said I had started doing it even younger ... possibly as young as four.
Every time any music came on, I was doing some form of dancing. Apparently, my butt couldn’t stop moving regardless of the style or tempo involved.
Around ten years old, my butt finally stopped, at least sort of. However, now my hands were following along with the music. I started really enjoying the more orchestrated pieces of music. My mother had been a professional singer before I had been born and stopped to raise me after my father passed away when I was about five years old. She taught me how to read music and things got easier from there.
I was very small and my mother, for whatever reason, held me back. Due to my early birthday, I turned thirteen the summer before sixth grade class. I wasn’t very tall, so it wasn’t as bad as it could’ve been.
I hoped I could make up for that sometime in the future. Mom promised me she wouldn’t make a big deal over this telling me that it was possible for me to catch up, if I applied myself.
Back on my thirteenth birthday, my mom gave me a conductor’s baton; not just a stick, but an expensive dark brown two-piece one that screwed together to become fourteen inches long.
Now, I felt important! She let me get the sheet music to the songs I heard on the radio. I would listen and follow along. Once I got the song understood, I would put it on my bed starting the song again and waving my baton just barely ahead of the beat like the real conductors did.
I had come to the realization that once I went through a number from start to finish, I didn’t need that particular sheet music anymore. It’s like it was saved on my brain’s hard drive.
Jackson Heights, the name of the school I attended, had a small band but needed someone to keep them on the beat. When I volunteered I was laughed at because no one outside of my mom knew that I ever did this.
I got from them the music, which I could read and understand because of my mom. The classroom teacher to the band, Mr. Paul Planck, played the piano. I went into my backpack and got out my conductor’s baton and put it together.
The first number was “Moon River,” from BREAKFAST AT TIFFANY’S and I raised my baton and saw that they weren’t looking at me. I gently tapped the music stand in front of me. I had seen that done from watching Keith Lockhart (Boston Pops Orchestra Conductor). That got their attention!
Again, I raised the baton and now their eyes were all on me. A slight shudder went down my back. The piano began this particular rendition, so I turned slightly to Mr. Planck and gave him the downbeat. As he began, I moved to the rest of them and pointed at the guitarist. He joined in and then the rest of them did.
As the end neared, I knew the piano made some nice musical chords, I pointed at him for each one, and four measures later the number was over. I gave the band my applause, and then turned and bowed to the classroom of students.
The principal stood up and applauded vigorously, and then the rest of them got up as well. What a thrilling feeling! After a few seconds, I turned back around and asked the band, “How about another one?”
I moved “Moon River” over and underneath it was “I Dreamed A Dream.” There was a note that an eighth-grade blonde girl would be singing with them. I saw her. We made eye contact. Wow! She was probably a foot taller than me. And Pretty!
Again, this song started with the piano. I raised my baton ... they looked right at me. I turned to Mr. Planck and gave him the downbeat. He played alone until the singer started, and then the rest of the band joined in.
I put the baton down deciding to use my hands and arms instead. After the piano had finished the melodic intro, I pointed to the girl who walked in and sang, “I Dreamed A Dream.”
I smiled at her ... she smiled back as I kept her on the beat as well. The rest of the band was watching as I brought them into the song. They played with more energy than the first song.
Towards the end of the music, I brought everyone who was playing down in volume so she could sing the end of this well-known piece of music with quiet accompaniment. Mr. Planck played the last eight measures as the class and the principal all stood up and applauded.
I took my baton and made a grand motion for my musicians to stand, and I turned around putting my hand out for the lovely young lady who sang. She came over, and I kissed her hand. She blushed and bowed and then I turned taking my bow.
That couple of years of watching the Boston Pops and Lawrence Welk reruns as a little kid came to fruition! I motioned for them all to sit.
Principal McGowan came up and said, “Well done, Mr. Thomas -- this might be the beginning of a wonderful gift you have. These youngsters behind you never sounded better. Mr. Planck even stayed on the beat. I especially would like to thank our fourteen-year-old virtuosa, Miss Jennifer Guthrie. Well-done, young lady! I believe we need the whole school to hear our band with Mr. Thomas leading them, don’t you think?”
I stepped to him saying, “Sir, the piano is out of tune somewhere near middle C. It needs to be tuned.”
Mr. Planck found the problem musically. The room busted up with kids laughing.
“You are all dismissed for lunch. Mr. Thomas and Miss Guthrie stay behind for a moment, please?”
I took my baton and broke it down, putting it in my pack.
After the place was empty, he began, “Mr. Thomas, that was brilliant! Why didn’t I know beforehand that you could do that?”
“Sir, I have been ‘playing’ at conducting for as long as I can remember. This was the very first time I conducted with live musicians. I didn’t want to be embarrassed, so I kept it to myself,” I explained.
“Miss Guthrie,” Principal McGowan said. “Why don’t the two of you come up with about a dozen pieces of music for a school-wide performance? Then, why don’t we plan this for just before school lets out in November? We can invite parents and family. How does that sound to you, Michael?”
“Wonderful, Sir. We have a piano in our house. My mother could play whatever we find for Jennifer to sing?”
“Call me Jenn,” she said with a grin.
“Wonderful. You’re on a first-name basis already. You have three months to put this together,” Principal McGowan said leaving. He seemed so excited.
“Does Jackson Heights even have a choir?” I asked her.
“Yes, we do,” she answered. “That was fabulous the way you just took control like that. I knew the song, but your leadership was very helpful.”
“I’ve never heard a girl sing that song, or any song for that matter, so beautifully,” I said. “What do we choose, modern music or Broadway or what?”
“If we have twelve or so songs, we can have a mix of each. I will sing a few. We could get the choir to sing one or two,” she said.
“We need at least one that is the band, the choir and you. You have such a lovely voice. I will probably go to sleep tonight thinking of you ... your voice,” I said.
She leaned over and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I smiled at her. A young lady came in and said, “Jenn ... we have a class. Come on.”
She left, and I watched her walk away. Oh Wow!
The rest of the day, I was thinking of music and Jenn. I had an iPod, so I started to listen to music that would work all the rest of the day, every chance I could.
We had to include “I Dreamed A Dream,” she had sung it so very well. My mother, being a private music and singing instructor, could help her achieve those notes with even more confidence. Our band of nine needed some help. Their size caused the few missteps to be obvious. That started me walking up to kids I didn’t know and asked them to join the band. I felt a little like Professor Harold Hill from THE MUSIC MAN.
Some of them said ‘Yes, ‘ and I directed them where to go. I found the School Chorister, who led the school choir, telling her of our ‘Concert, ‘ and she got excited about that. Her name is Miss Cecelia Crabtree, also blonde and quite pretty.
“Principal McGowan told me about you, Michael. Quite a talent,” she said.
“Thank you, Miss Crabtree. Sometime later this week, I would like to sit in on your class, if that’s all right with you?”
“Certainly. How about Thursday, the day after tomorrow? Jennifer is my best student, but you likely know that already, don’t you?” she said to me.
“Yes Ma’am, I do. She is so very good. My mother is a private teacher of voice and instrument. Would you mind if she were to help Jennifer?”
“Not at all. I know of your mother by reputation. What I wouldn’t give if she could help our entire choir for even one day?”
“Let me ask her that, Ma’am. I have a way of getting her to help me out. At least, it works over half the time.”
That made her giggle a bit.
“See you on Thursday, Ma’am.” I said.
I turned and almost ran into Jennifer.
“Hi, Jennifer. How is your day going?”
“Fine. Were you just talking to Miss Crabtree?”
“Yes. I asked her if the choir was available and she said ‘Yes.’ I promised to ask my mother to see if she could help or not?”
“Who is your mother?” she asked me. What a knockout!
“Janice Forrester,” I answered.
“I’ve heard of her, why isn’t she a ‘Thomas?’”
“She kept her professional name after retiring. She sang for about ten years,” I said.
“I can’t wait to meet her,” Jennifer said.
“What side of town do you live on Jenn — Jennifer?”
“It’s OK. You can call me Jenn ... can I call you Mike or Michael?”
“You can call me anything you want ... but I prefer Michael, especially the way it sounds when you say it. My mother insists on calling me Michael except when she gets upset at me. She’s going to be surprised. I hadn’t intended to do anything like this today. I had been content to be invisible here.”
“Well, you aren’t anymore! I take the number eleven bus to go home, how about you?” she asked. Her shoulder length blonde hair and blue eyes caught my attention.
“Oh, I take the eleven, sorry.”
“I just said that I took the eleven, are you OK?” she asked with a giggle.
“Sorry, distracted, I guess. You don’t have a boyfriend who might just stuff me in a locker, do you?”
That was way too obvious.
“As a matter of fact, we broke up two weeks ago ... I’m all yours,” she said.
Could she possibly realize what she just said, I wondered to myself?
“I have one more class then I’ll meet you at the buses?” I asked her.
“Sounds like a plan, see you later ... Michael.”
“OK,” I responded. Damn, my name sounds great when she says it like that.
I looked at my watch and ran to my English class!
I met her at the buses, letting her get on first. We sat together. Everybody on the bus was looking at me. The third stop was hers. Mine was normally the sixth. I touched her arm when she got up for her stop. “Thank you, Michael, I forgot I was going to your house.”
The looks persisted, but it was mostly the girls giving me odd gazes. At my stop, I got up early and announced, “The band and the choir at Jackson Heights could use more people. Anybody is welcome.” I took Jennifer by the hand, and we got off the bus together.
“That was a great idea. Maybe you should get on all the buses and make that same announcement,” she said. “The choir isn’t very big.”
I had rather presumptuously taken her hand to help her get off the bus, so I dropped it right after we got off. After walking about half a block, she took me by the hand. Cool!
Another block and a half, and we were walking up the steps to my home. I just walked in putting my hand on her back for just a moment. Mom was helping a young woman with her French horn. She waved to us, as I took Jennifer into the kitchen.
“Would you like something to drink?” I asked her.
“Only water, I do need to keep my instrument moist,” she said.
I nearly broke up laughing, but I didn’t as we sat and had our drinks together. I heard the front door open and close. Mom came through the kitchen door. I stood up.
“I’ve been wondering when you might bring a girl home, but I believe you are an eighth-grader, aren’t you dear?”
“Yes, ma’am,” she said. “My name is Jennifer Guthrie. You might know my mother, Alice?”
“Oh --Yes, I do. She’s lovely and has a remarkable voice! Do you sing, Jennifer?”
“Like an angel, mom,” I said.
Oh, I got it bad, don’t I?
They both smiled at me. “Sit down for a moment, Mother. I need to tell you about my day. It may shock you.”
It did, as I told her, all that had happened, bit by bit. She thought what we had planned sounded like a good idea. Jenn had taken me by the arm while I had done this.
“Jennifer dear, do you know your vocal range?” mom asked her.
“I know the notes that I’m the most comfortable singing, but I’ve never had my actual vocal range explained to me,” she said.
“Let’s find out,” my mother said. “Michael, you can stay, provided you can be quiet.”
“Yes, Ms. Forrester,” I answered. That made Jennifer giggle.
Mom just ‘harrumphed’ at me.
They began with Jennifer warming up. I’ve heard most of those cute trills that singers warm up with. Mom tried them out on me before we determined, years ago, that I should never become a singer.
I knew Jenn could sing relatively high notes, but her lower register really surprised me. Every AH-ah-ah-ah-AHHH-ah-ah-ah-ah was beautiful. The middle part of that is held for a count of four before you come back down to the note you started on.
I was smiling at Jenn, while she sang. She is so pretty, plus she sings with such a strong voice. She seems out of my league, but she took my arm, didn’t she? She didn’t know I was thirteen and I was wondering when I would tell her the truth. I made a decision to wait until my next birthday, unless it blows up in my face before that, somehow?
They started the upper register next. Boy, Jenn hit those notes like an opera star or something. Mom was singing some of the notes with her occasionally patting her stomach explaining about her diaphragm.
Mom mentioned that she hadn’t heard such a clear mezzo soprano in many years. That got Jennifer excited. What came next got me excited.
“Do you have any time after school, to come over and work on your tone?” mom asked her.
“I was planning to come over the next couple of days so Michael and I could find some music to include in the November program. Would that work?”
“Certainly, you can work with me for a half hour. Then, Michael and you can do whatever it is you need to do. We happen to have a large amount of sheet music the two of you could peruse if you would like?”
I got up and took Jenn by the hand and said, “Thank you, Mother. I know where that is. Jennifer, you have the prettiest voice I have ever heard, not counting my own mother, of course.”
“Thank you, Ms. Forrester,” Jenn said as I opened the file cabinet it was all in, starting to ‘peruse’ the enormous amount of sheet music we had (Two full four drawer file cabinets). If it were anything else, we could be accused of hoarding.
“Michael, come here, please?” my mother said in a tone I recognized.
“Yes, Ms. Forrester,” I answered with coolness.
“She is a very nice girl and an excellent singer. I’m surprised that you two are seemingly involved, I noticed you taking her by the hand just now. Find something to show off her voice. I can help get her ready if you would like?”
“That would be wonderful. Did I mention that we were going to include the Jackson Heights School Choir?”
“Yes, you did forget to mention that. Go ahead and give me your pitch on this. You have always been good at getting me to offer free training,” she said with a slight smirk on her face.
I brought Jenn back in, putting my arm around her waist. “You have taken this young lady, and in thirty short minutes, you have made her sound like the next Julie Andrews or even Jenny Lind. Just think what you could do with a handful of fifth, sixth, seventh and eighth graders. It would be the best thing since ... since SISTER ACT 2.”
I looked at Jenn, who had leaned into me a little. I saw mom rocking side to side a little. It’s something that she does when she is mulling over a decision. I saw a smile come on her face, and she said, “All right ... do I need to go to the school, or could you bring them here?”
“I can find out tomorrow, but probably you would need to come to the school. I told them their piano was out of tune, so let’s wait until it gets fixed. It’s the only piano they’ve got.”
“All right dear. You got what you wanted out of me. Should I warn Jennifer of your persistence?”
“Janice,” I said. She hated that!
We started to go through our abundance of sheet music. I would expect that we have some that isn’t even on the Internet. I hoped to find on iTunes whatever we locate, so that I could listen to the song.
First thing found was the Beatles single, “Across The Universe.”
Jenn said, “If your mother can do for the entire choir what she just did for me, this would be a very pretty song.”
She leaned in and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I said, “Thank you, Jennifer.”
“You’re welcome,” she said with a beautiful grin. It reminded me of Jennifer Garner, but with blonde hair.
“Here is a song for you to sing with just the piano, ‘Amazing Grace.’ Ask Janice to play it for you. She likes you -- I can tell.”
I continued pacing until it began. I heard mom start it, and then Jenn’s beautifully clear voice took over. I quietly walked back into the room to listen...
how sweet the sound,
That saved a
wretch like me.
I once was lost
but now am found,
but now I see.
T’was Grace that
taught my heart to fear.
my fears relieved.
How precious did
that Grace appear
The hour I first believed.
Through many dangers,
toils and snares
I have already come;
‘Tis Grace that brought
me safe thus far
and Grace will
lead me home.
The Lord has
promised good to me.
His word my hope secures.
He will my shield
and portion be,
As long as life endures.
Yea, when this flesh
and heart shall fail,
And mortal life shall cease,
I shall possess
within the veil,
A life of joy and peace.
Yes, when this flesh
and heart shall fail,
And mortal life
I shall profess,
within the veil,
A life of joy and peace.
When we’ve been there
ten thousand years
Bright shining as the sun.
We’ve no less days
to sing God’s praise
Than when we’ve first begun.
how sweet the sound,
That saved a
wretch like me.
I once was lost
but now am found,
Was blind, but now I see.
Mom was even sounding better than usual. My eyes had no chance ... I started crying like a baby. I began to conduct as the second chorus began. I swear I could hear a full symphony orchestra and an enormous choir enveloping her as I deeply felt every note of this.
Mom was adding to it carefully, but beautifully. Jenn would add a vocal run as she felt this music like we all were doing.
When it was over, forgetting my mother was in the room for a minute, I walked over and gave Jennifer a kiss, not on the cheek. My arms wrapped themselves around her, and hers were around me as well.
After a moment of looking at each other, my mother cleared her throat.
“Jennifer,” she said, “That was, in a word, Amazing! Once you have graduated from high school, I would love you to come over and record that. Then, you could send it to every college that offers a degree in voice. You could even possibly get into Juilliard. That’s how good you are capable of becoming. You have the potential to be the next Julie Andrews, or Jenny Lind, as this brash young man so aptly said earlier. I will give you voice lessons for as long as you would like, for free. That is how much confidence, I have in you.”
They gave one another a nice hug, something my mother doesn’t usually do with a student, especially a brand new one.
We only found about six songs until Jenn looked at her cell phone and remarked, “Ms. Forrester, could I please get a ride home? I only live about a mile from here,” she asked.
“Can I go with?” I asked.
“Like I could stop you, Michael,” mom said.
Jenn’s phone rang, “I know I’m late, mother. I had the chance to work with Janice Forrester. I just lost track of time. She’s giving me a ride home. I’ll be home before you know it, bye.”
“She’s not mad. I just forgot to text her,” Jenn said as we got in the back seat.
“I’d like to come in and say hello to her. Would she mind that?” Mom asked.
“She would love that. Thank you for the ride. I’m so anxious to be old enough to drive. Then Michael and I can drive to your place,” Jenn said.
“Won’t you need a parent or guardian during daylight hours?” I asked.
“Darn. You’re right, Michael. Today has been such a remarkable day, first you direct the orchestra wonderfully, and then I got a half-hour with the most prestigious music teacher in all of Indiana. We should have all the music we want by Friday; don’t you think?”
I gave her a peck, then said, “I think we can. As long as my talented mother doesn’t mind driving you home each day.”
“Don’t push it, Michael?” came from the front seat. “Which house, Jennifer?”
“The pink one, 11709, to be exact.”
She pulled up. I helped both of them out.
“At least he still has the good manners his father had taught him before he passed,” mom said.
“I’ll tell you all about that tomorrow,” I said to Jenn as we all went up to the front door.
Jennifer opened it up with her key saying, “Mother ... we have guests.”
I heard the sounds of bare feet coming into the room. The moment her mom saw my mom -- it was phenomenal. They hugged like old friends, which it turnedout they were. They sat down and started reminiscing about something or other.
Her mother looked over at us, holding hands and asked, “This, is little Mikey?”
I was gritting my teeth over being called that for the umpteenth time. I’m only 4ft9 to Jennifer’s 5ft8.
I said, “I’m hoping to get at least tall enough to take Jennifer out to dance somewhere before we both graduate.”
Her mother laughed and said, “Michael, she has this big shith ... doofus for a boyfriend. He would swallow you up and spit you out.”
“Mother, we broke up over two weeks ago! Michael and I are a couple now, live with it.”
Jenn pulled me into the hallway as I said, “Nice to meet you.” Then I got a nice kiss, right on the lips. (Wow!)
She took me to see her room, which was so much nicer than mine. She had a queen-sized bed and a walk-in closet. I saw more shoes than you could count.
She sat on the edge of her bed saying, “I told her at least twice, that I had broken up with Billy Chapman. She never listens to me. Your mother is so nice.”
“Well, while they are getting caught up, what would you like to do?” I asked her sitting down right beside her.
She pulled me to her, and we had an open-mouthed kiss. At first, her tongue barged its way into my mouth. I hadn’t done this before, but it sure felt nice. She rolled over on me causing this to get very ‘Up Close and Personal.’
I suddenly felt her being pulled off me. “That’s enough of that! How dare you treat my daughter like this?”
My mom had walked into the room as well, as Alice said, “Your son was making out with my daughter on her bed, Janice. Teach him some responsibility, please?”
I saw mom rearing up, ready to tear this ‘old friend’ a new ear, but I pulled her back, “Let’s go, Mom.”
“See you at school, Jenn.”
We had a very quiet drive home. She had attempted to start a conversation a couple of times, but nothing came of it.
As we were getting out of the car, she asked, “Who really initiated that kiss?”
“She did, but I let it happen. Isn’t that just as bad?”
“Michael Thomas! You must truly care about her, don’t you?”
“I don’t know. I had no idea who she was until nine am this morning. If somebody hadn’t come in, I’m not sure what might have happened between us, Mom.”
“Well, it didn’t. That was very old-fashioned of you to take the hit,” she responded. “Don’t worry. Alice always was high-strung. Her husband went on a business trip eight years ago and never returned. He just vanished. She even hired a private detective. No one knows where he went, or if he is still alive or not.”
“That’s so sad,” I said. “That’s why she was so protective of her daughter, wasn’t it?”
“Understanding that will help you get to know her better honey. I see how you look at Jennifer. I also see how she looks at you. Be careful.”
“I sure will mom. I’m sorry that I was rude earlier to you. You deserve being treated like a princess.”
“That’s sweet, Michael. Let’s go out for dinner. I don’t feel like cooking tonight.”
The next day at school, I was asked to report to Principal McGowan’s office. I had no clue what this might be about.
I walked into the office and was told to sit down. After a bit, Jennifer walked in. I stood up and sat after she had.
“What’s going on, Michael?” she asked me.
“Don’t have a clue,” I answered.
The principal came out and motioned us in. In his office were Mr. Planck, the Band/Orchestra teacher and Miss Crabtree, who teaches Choir.
“Go ahead, Paul,” Principal McGowan said to Mr. Planck.
Without standing, he turned and asked, “Michael, I was wondering why you recruited more people into the band?”
I stood up to answer, “As good as the nine existing members are, I would presume that getting some more people could only make your task easier, Sir. Exactly how many additional students have shown interest?”
“At least fourteen,” he said. “We don’t have the funds for adding so many people at once.”
“How about a Fund Drive throughout out the school, Sir. Every student tries to find $50 in funding, wouldn’t something like that help?” I suggested.
“Paul,” Principal McGowan said leaning back in his chair, “That’s not a bad idea. Not every student could do that, but with having over one thousand students here, we could raise up to...”
“That’s $50,000, Sir,” I said. “Would that be enough for the new students, Mr. Planck?”
“Yes, it would be, more than enough,” he said, backing down a bit and breaking into a smile.
“Then, couldn’t the leftover money help the choir as well?”
“I was waiting for my turn, Mr. Thomas,” Miss Crabtree said. “I have over a dozen new students wanting to join, as well. While I don’t need $50,000, at least, $5,000 would go a long way.”
I had one more point to make. So, I stood up and said, “I only spoke to a single busload of students, imagine if I got on the other buses over the next couple of days. I could significantly increase the numbers of students in the band and choir? We couldn’t have that, could we?” I said, with mocking sarcasm.
“Imagine turning pupils away from something they want to do. We could end up with a nice orchestra of possibly thirty or more, plus a choir of twenty or more. How could we possibly reject this chance to make our students, their parents, and the whole community, proud of this school?”
I felt Jenn’s hand take mine tightly, telling me to get off my soapbox. She sat me down. They all listened to me. However, I don’t know if they heard me or not?
“Do you have anything to add to this Ms. Guthrie?” the principal asked.
She stood up and said, “Yesterday was a perfect example of what the students can do, when asked. Michael risked condemnation until he started the music. I see a profound problem here if all you see are dollar amounts. I had a marvelous experience, as did the entire band yesterday morning. I also agree with everything that Mr. Thomas just said.”
She sat down.
“Could you two please step outside for a moment?” Principal McGowan requested.
We got up, took each other by the hand and left. I know that he wanted us to go back to where we were sitting, but I suggested we went to our classrooms instead. The adults need to hash this out.
This school has many students of quite well-off parents. I stopped and asked many of them if they could come up with $50 for the school. Some offered to give me the money right then and there.
“Will Michael Thomas and Jennifer Guthrie please return to administration?”
I saw her walking towards me. Together, we went straight into his office. She sat down, but I stood and said, “Just now, in the less than ten minutes I was just outside, I asked several students if they could get $50 together to give to the school. None of them even asked what it was for? All of them said it was ‘No Problem!’”
“Has this school ever asked the parents to do anything? I’ve never heard of any ‘Money’ or ‘Budget’ problems. Excuse me for saying this, but the administration of this school needs to get out of its own way, create and post a flyer that asks for money. All they can do -- is not give it!”
I sat down. Boy, I stepped into it big-time just now. I suspect that I will be expelled any moment for my outburst!
I took Jenn’s hand, and we tightly interlaced fingers.
“Damnittohell,” our principal said. “I couldn’t have said that any better myself. Let’s make a flyer, designed by these two students, to be ready by the end of business tomorrow to go on every bus and handed to every student. Everybody leave please, except Michael and Jennifer.”
The two teachers got up and left.
“Michael, I do appreciate your strong opinions, and I need to remind you, that you are welcome anytime to tell me of any issues the students have. Jennifer, I understand you are a graphic artist of sorts. Is that correct?”
“Yes sir, I dabble a little. I had hopes for a school newspaper, but it never got any traction.”
“Put something together by tomorrow morning please, regarding the flyer? It seems that you two may have become the ‘Power Couple’ at this school. You might as well use it. However, I don’t want you to go on any more buses. This idea will either get us the money, or it won’t?”
As Jenn and I met at the buses, I asked, “Is your mom OK with you coming over the next couple of days?”
“Yes. I told her the truth that I initiated the kiss. She didn’t like that much better, but she realized that you were trying to save me from getting into trouble. She might not invite you over for a while, but she was better this morning.”
“Here is our bus, milady?”
She just smiled as we got on the bus. “Have you thought of the design of a flyer?” I asked her.
“Yes, I did during lunch, look?” she took a drawing pad from her backpack and opened it to show me.
“Wow. Beautiful, sings like a Disney princess, and she draws. What is that font you used?”
“It’s called Brush Script on a computer. I just took the word and wrapped it around the circle I drew.”
“That is great for hand drawn. What do you think you may be majoring in while at college?” I asked this blonde beauty who really seems interested in me.
“I want to work on a newspaper. And, maybe join the choir as well. Maybe ... Jacob’s School of Music? It’s in Bloomington, just two hours away, by car.”
I asked her, “Do they have a Degree or a Minor in conducting there?”
“I don’t know. You’re only in sixth-grade Michael. You have a longer wait than I do until you have to make any decisions about college,” she said to me as I took her by the hand.
I wanted to tell her right then and there how old I really am, but my mom had drilled into my head keeping that to myself until after high school. Damn!
“I know, but if you went there, and if I went there, I don’t know? These last couple of days, with you around me has gotten me thinking about my future,” I said.
“Here’s our stop,” I said. I got up, and then she did, and we walked to the front of the bus saying goodbye to our driver.
We walked in, as my mom was finishing a lesson with a piano student. She had to be only seven or eight years old. We walked into the kitchen, and I got us some bottled water from the fridge.
After taking a long drink, Jenn asked, “What have we got so far, sheet-music wise?”
“Let me see,” I said pulling a new folder from my backpack. “Here we are, ‘Skyfall, ‘ I thought this would be the band, piano and you. Maybe add the chorus?”
“That sounds good. You do have an ear for music, don’t you?” Jennifer said.
“My mother thinks I have perfect pitch, but I think that’s something that someone my age couldn’t possibly have.”
From the other side of the door, I heard a single key pressed. I got up and opened the door saying, “D below middle C.”
“Very good, Michael. Bring in Jennifer, please? Do you have something for her to sing today?”
“Don’t you need to warm her up first?” I asked impertinently.
“Don’t be snippy, Michael ... do you or not?”
“Yes, I found this at school today. They let me ‘peruse’ their sheet music inventory. Theirs is systematized mother.”
I took it out and put it on her piano...
“Oh, I’ve heard this,” my mom said. “This should be wonderful for your lower register, Jennifer. Do you need to warm up? What do you propose to do with this number, Michael?”
“Just Jennifer and the choir. They are all that need to be heard. It may end up three times larger than I first mentioned. We are actively trying to add to it and the band for a broader sound to get more timbre to go behind when Jenn sings.”
“Excellent Michael, we may make a professional conductor out of you yet. I got you a few books about it. They are on your bed for later.”
“Ladies, are you ready to perform? I will only use my hands and arms for now. Chin up, Jennifer. The world will love you, so you need to love the world.”
I put my hands in the starting position. I gave mom the tempo I wanted with my left hand. At the correct moment, I brought Jennifer in with my right...
This is the end
Hold your breath
and count to ten
Feel the earth
move and then
Hear my heart
For this is the end
I’ve drowned and
dreamt this moment
So overdue I owe them
Swept away, I’m stolen
Let the sky fall
when it crumbles
we will stand tall
Face it all together
I made the motion for Janice to play softer. I brought her back up at the final transition. I stopped her completely as Jenn tried a run, not unlike Adele.
“Wonderful, simply fabulous,” I said to them both.
“Michael, you certainly do have the feel of a conductor,” she said. “I felt it when you directed me just now. Did you know you could get a Bachelor of Music from Jacob’s School of Music? Then, you could find a university to get a Masters in Conducting.”
“Did Michael put you up to that, Ms. Forrester?” Jennifer remarked
“Up to what?” she asked.
“Nothing, I guess. What do you think, a BA in Music from Jacob’s? Exactly, the same college I was planning to go for a Degree in Voice?”
“That’s where I went, Jennifer,” my mom said to her. “It’s where I met Michael’s father, as well. I got some good from the school at least.”
We all laughed at that.
“Do you have any other music for us to listen to?” she asked.
I took down “Skyfall” and put up, “In The Wee Small Hours Of The Morning” on the piano.
“I don’t know this song, Michael,” Jenn said.
“I’ll play it and try to sing it for you,” my mom said.
Wow, I haven’t heard mom sing in a while!
She started to play it, then added her voice after two eight counts...
When the sun is high
in the afternoon sky
You can always find
something to do
But from dusk till dawn
as the clock ticks on
Something happens to you
In the wee small
hours of the morning,
While the whole world
is fast asleep
(Jenn stood behind her, and they sang it together)
You lie awake and
think about the boy
and never ever think
of counting sheep
(Mom dropped into harmony mode)
When your lonely heart
has learned its lesson
You’d be his if only
he would call
In the wee small
hours of the morning
That’s the time you miss him
most of all
(Four more counts of eight)
When your lonely heart
has learned, it’s lesson
You’d be his if only
he would call
In the wee small
hours of the morning
That’s the time...
you miss him most of all
Jenn went to that lower register again, while mom dropped out, letting Jenn finish it by herself.
My mother gave Jennifer a nice hug, and then I did too!
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