fall is going to heaven, because Gretel repaints. Yes, yes. I'm still building on vacation ... for two days. A shame, but what are you going to do.
Bueeeeeno, what I bring today is a long time ago that I have wanted to raise, a part does not hang while nothing was joining me and (not much, but still there for a few days XD). This
, I wrote to meet my old friend, the Noni. I could not give it to her birthday and gave it one day delay, but achieved x'D. I already told him much I love and what it means to have had the opportunity to meet you, Miss Noni. This update is totally dedicated to her. Many
with all my love: 3.
Aleah is a normal girl to her parents, good people, but overprotective, "I have removed much of the joys of life, such are painting and music. Has resigned to spend studying piano and graph paper in their notebooks. But there is a time when the model is not the daughter, when escaping to the record store in your neighborhood to buy. A disk, a simple poster. Anything of that band. And one day she meets Iselah, a boy with a face full of metal and music in her voice. He opens the doors of freedom for her. But she must decide how to stay.
(You can download some tracks by clicking their names: D)
M usic for freedom
1
“Believe in all the good things
you keep inside
There is no freedom in life
without freedom of mind .♫
Sinatra - The fire Theft.
Para mi compañera de ruta, la que me banca y she makes me laugh, mourn and rejoice, always. I love Noah!
-x-
The smell of polish came to his nostrils and stung, but not stopped liking it. It was nice to feel fresh and spicy aroma that surround it with her perfume, but she was not prone to painting your nails. Bank was his mate, and best friend who always had his nail to leveraging the most boring classes to paint. Never missing color on those nails, quite the opposite of Aleah, who preferred reading a book or draw little pictures on the edge of the leaves. He who did not like nail polish had little to do with that. Aleah loved to draw, paint and capture everything that was happening, but to their parents. And the little brush in the bottle reminded her too much to the subtlety with which he ran on the canvas synthetic bristles of your brushes, such that his uncle once gave him, "on the lectern in front of their eyes and going, stroke by stroke , the movements of your wrist. Therefore, the attitude of watching his friend, as she carefully painted each of her fingernails, was an action that could hardly be labeled with another word that was not ...
-masochist.
Lienne knew too well. But Aleah smiled, trying to downplay. I could not paint on large canvases, but he could always keep spending the graph paper of your folders.
"And you're a narcissist and I've never said anything, Lili.
"You just do it," said Victoria. She just shrugged and closed the folder. It was already after two and a half and the biology teacher never took so long to arrive. Stop watching the clock so that you are going to make a hole.
"But if we leave early ... "I replied almost in a prayer. Lienne not, but the teacher, so it will not submit.
- Have you got another disk more? -Aleah just nodded, not paying attention to the exasperation with which he had spoken to her friend. Her stomach had turned around to mentioning the word 'disco' and was desperate to go to buy it. He never imagined both by a fanatical band, but apparently it was possible, even to her that all she obeyed her parents, but rarely, which acted as Bandala and deviated from the route to your home to buy the singles compiled and barely hit the market. Musicians were not known, and what had come to find out, still playing in bars. They were a band more than indie rock, but she had been captivated. He had it engraved in their ears, that afternoon at the train station, on the sidewalk while waiting to board, the chords of the guitar, the flute and the singer's voice had crashed into it, crossing it with its upbeat rhythm and powerful. The letter was full force, talking about dreams and how to achieve them; of courage, a courage she never had-or have-to do what he likes and parents who oppose you dearly, but they usually were too overprotective .
"I think today will not have much luck, honey . -Aleah raised an eyebrow as he motioned his friend to turn around. Behind him, more impressive than ever, Professor Splitter waited for all pay attention to greet him and start the class. The pain she felt was due to betray his face, because Lienne patted his shoulder and smiled at him trying to comfort her.
Aleah But would that record, the same day, even if the last thing to do. Although the idea not prepared for what they dared to do that afternoon, and even while carrying out their mischief was sure of being able to finish.
-Greet your parents for me, honey. You should have told me before today had to retire early. Aleah
laughed nervously. It was the first time he lied to Mrs. prankin, and hated it, but it came out now, the music venue will close and she would run without the CD and promotional poster ... if they had not already taken.
"Sorry, ma'am prankin, I forgot for a moment. I'll give you his greetings, thank you very much.
"Be careful," said the woman, smiling from ear to ear under those thick glasses that increased small eyes tender and full of wrinkles, making it look more loving and eccentric than it already was.
"We Friday will see then. Remember to review these conjugates and the formula of the functions, you will see that there will come a point where you even be fun.
"Only you can look funny lady prankin" was what he thought, but he did not say aloud.
The parting was not reached much more, however Aleah made sure every second lost walking back as fast as his legs would allow. Wearing a poncho under the ton of clothes I had and added to his short stature and body sponge, people who saw it probably could imagine spending a huge snowball rolling down a frozen sidewalk. Sure did cold, but under so many clothes and jogging, I was starting to sweat and drops streaming down his face burned with so cold they were. Come to think, one could almost say it was a miracle that her parents left home alone again, though in winter used to be dark for the time you said goodbye to Mrs. prankin. I was already fifteen and sometimes he was ashamed of his parents' overprotective attitude. If they were ill and mistreated could perhaps say something, but they were good and if cared so much was because they wanted to. Neither was as if they had forbidden him to listen to this band, but it was also true that they did not like to listen to rock. They were idea that the "excuse of music" would lead down the wrong path and if he was aware that each time the band took out something new, she escaped literally to buy them, the assumptions of their parents were not so wrong. The difference was that she ran away because they did not like the rock, and not because Aleah would disobey their parents and feel rebellious. If there was some reason for quiet getaways, was not giving a dislike to them.
"If you do not know, do not have to worry about, right?" Was repeated for the tenth time as the second block was run. The courage of that day had arrived half an hour before the end of the tutorial, and the music store was about fifteen blocks from where he took leave of Mrs. Pankrin, further away from home. Fell a little glove that covered his hand and wrist, and watched from the fumes it gave off his mouth open as the clock dangerously she laughed with her needle touching the number ten. Ten had been too many minutes had been retained at the door by the endless chatter of the chattering women. "I can still do it. Fifteen minutes round trip. And I hope I do not retain much in the record store "
Inside wished that there were no customers inside the premises, nor had taken the poster. It would be the first to dare to ask. The worst thing would be that it was not, but that had already ordered and was there, but reserved for another person more fortunate than her. Lienne had told him several times, that sort of thing needed to be reserved ahead of time and more if that was the only record store in the neighborhood. Aleah not know how many fans the band would have in that area, but there was one would be enough to see his wish truncated.
How many blocks had run? I had not counted and only if he remembered if he had stood on street corners to watch both ways before crossing, he saw the huge neon sign announcing to the record store for more than one block. Did not dare to look back the clock for fear of seeing it had taken over the account and the minutes and accounts had gone to hell. But had paid no attention as he went over there, nothing claimed not find death under the wheels of a car without being able to hear the blessed CD. Jerked his head at the stupidity of their thoughts ... it was a piece of plastic! I could not believe how much a couple of songs could influence their behavior. Moreover, I was sure to talk quietly with their parents they do not bother or worry because she listened to that band. The lyrics were too precious and promising to remove any bias. But ...
began to walk slowly being only half block from his long-awaited music CD. How many times had acted like then? How many lies are piling up in the plush fuzz? Probably the same as join the singles and compiled that lay within him. When he touched the frozen bar the door he realized that there was no turning back. One day their parents confess the lies, but would not be today or tomorrow.
"Good night, greeted at the door. Your skin is clouded in a mist as warm as the atmosphere inside the place. The darkness wielding the sidewalk at night was slowly approaching the corner, bathed in artificial light in there, from neon tubes and hundreds of albums neatly separated into sections on each shelf. I had not noticed the agitation with which breathed until the door closed overshadowing the street noises. Did not dare to raise their gloved hands to check the status of her braids, red hair. Her freckles and red as his cheeks as the goshawk and the run. While caught his breath he wondered what would cause that no one had answered his greeting. It was true that very often was not there, but the owner had always been someone very kind to her, as with all clients. He directed his gaze to the desk and found it empty. While his attention was short on that fact, when his eye was taken by a paper taped to the wall. The background was yellow and was covered with red lines that were the center of the paper out leaving what looked like a star covered by four people. At the foot of them had a word written in white and the red border highlight of the fund and said "FREE." Poster was blessed, blessed the CD, which, now that I was so close, I was sure would not mind an accident around the corner. That, if I had the opportunity to experience the enjoyment of their arrangements and harmonies before. Demons
was crazy.
"Good evening.
The voice startled her side and nearly collides with one of the shelves on which were the words "Country Music." With gloves and all, and though nothing had happened, brought his hands up the disks as a fairly late in his body to the shock received. Flushed through and through after such a pathetic performance, tried to smile normally sought to forget the surprise, and above all things, her clumsiness. The scare had been such, had not noticed that the voice that had greeted her was not the kind of man who always got in your business. His shame was doubled by the appearance after a side door, a young man who hardly had to move from the twenty-five years. His look, being in the place that was accusing the type of music might like, with his black hair slicked back and stayed on top because they were not very long. I had a couple of piercings left ear and one on the right as well as one on the eyebrow. Had said, in his little education about musical styles, it was punk, but had seen the shirt he was wearing and which made it seem that the poster was little in comparison.
'I want a shirt like that! "He exclaimed in his mind. And the next thing he thought that it was very bad luck. Why did the clothesline to like the same band as her? But as I said his father, "Lost for lost ..." Aleah not remember how the phrase went, but no matter. Strengthened their hands on the strap of his backpack and walked toward the counter.
"Good afternoon," he repeated, "I had come for the latest CD" Around the World "Free ... and ask if it was possible to order the poster. - To what extent was rude to speak without looking at your face? But he was very embarrassed. The only question that was saved was where he got his shirt. He turned to see where was the boy and saw him crouched in one of the many shelves behind him.
-The CD ... here it is, "he said taking one of many in line and as he walked toward her to give it, he continued: - the poster already booked, Aleah felt that if the disc does not care as much as usual, have been able to escape from their hands to hear him say that, "but I can ask for you.
- ... Eh? He blinked several times, the boy, who wore a head at least, removing smiled seriously at that face covered with metal.
"I can see if any have been left in the tank. I can not promise to be this week, but if you come next Wednesday ...
- Really!? She asked, too happy. Sometimes the girl of fifteen who was under that layer surfaced that his shyness would be emulated on it.
"I can not promise anything, but I'll try. All for a more fan-Aleah blushed, but smiled gratefully, "you could leave your name and your phone to alert you if I know something of the poster before Wednesday.
The embarrassment was erased at once. I could not leave his phone without his parents found out that was there. And I had no cell, he had promised to have one for her birthday and was a month away yet.
- I can leave you a phone? I'm not much in my home ... "His voice choked out, but the boy did not ask anything else that was much appreciated.
"Sure, of course, expected to take paper and pencil to write it down. "He was lost behind the counter and once with paper in hand, Aleah gave him the number. Your name?
-Aleah.
-A taste Aleah, my name is Iselah. "Your parents must be as creative as yours as names. What led her to want to be more permissive in their tastes, but for them would not draw anything. They wanted the best for her and yet ... "I'll do best to let you know as soon as possible.
Thanks very much.
paid in silence enjoying the weight purchase the CD on his hands, said goodbye to the boy and far from lost in reverie, the idea of \u200b\u200blistening to the album just got home, he wondered how he tell your friend who gave him his cell phone to a stranger.
- • -
- That you did, why? He shouted in disbelief. Okay, the reaction was expected, now the topic was to explain.
I gave him your cell phone while in charge of the music store.
- Did you give my number to a complete stranger? -Was the third time that should settle the question of his friend, Lienne, and the third in which she wondered the same thing, but it seemed not entered. In part this was understandable.
... It's not a complete stranger, even that he could refute, but if said it sure would be angry over, "did not seem bad boy, and he looked pretty decent, tried to find some other good quality, but could not think of any. In the end, was that it was a complete stranger. However, her friend's face brightened.
- Chico? Was not that was an old man?
- Hey! I told you not call him old man shrugged his friend waving in the air and rolled her eyes Aleah. Yes, yes, but yesterday there was a boy attending.
- How old you gave this guy ? -Lienne seemed to have forgotten I was angry with her and Aleah did not know whether to rejoice or exasperated. He just went along, looking to see where all this took her.
"Twenty-five, maybe less.
"Things change and if so, Aleah, you should have told me before, it almost seemed happy while watching the screen of your phone. Aleah grimaced but did not betray in any way dissatisfied. Her friends did not understand when they told him that she liked older guys. Nor is it as if she is too excited to go out with someone his age, with the excuses of people who were neither children nor adults. She did not know where fit into that line, but love was not something that worry. "Maturity or innocence? Impossible to know.
Iselah He calls, "he said, to let the other know who he was when he received the call or message. "And it was nice ', had to admit to himself. He refused to tell you more flight Lienne and his head or ideas that could be machined by she who told him. If you contact you, call me, do not think my parents suspected anything like that. And do not say anything unusual, that does not know what the number is not mine, Lili.
Lienne eyes narrowed.
"You did it on purpose. -Aleah snorted.
-Stop looking for conspiracies, Li, do you think you could tell it was not my cel? And acted too weird in front of him as to leave you with more madness, her friend did not look too convinced, but let it go.
And so it was that on Saturday, while reviewing the math homework that the teacher had left, her mother struck twice on his door and she let her pass. "You
phone. Lili, his mother is worshiped Lienne another reason why no suspicion on his call. The woman handed him the cordless phone, it still did not have one in her room and said: - Tell him not long ago coming to dinner, and we are already missing playing Scrabble with it.
"I tell you, and saves me from the torment she cried, overacting her horror. A Aleah did not like that game, but his friends did. His mother laughed as he closed the door. At least I had some privacy.
"Guess who just sent me a message?"
"Hello, Lienne, too, am glad to talk to you, what if I had a good day? Oh, yes, but now I'm doing ...
"Ya, ya" snorted her friend over the phone ", I thought you wore with despair, you too were going to skip your greeting, dear."
time "Well no ... , The line went dead and resigned to continue: - what you wrote? "The phone exploded in laughter.
"I do not fool me " he said, sighing, as he tried to recover the lost oxygen. Aleah said nothing. "Quiet Aleah, Li is doing you a favor, not the goat", he said. And his patience was rewarded. "I have sent a message, just-recently, saying that on Monday morning, a friend had the poster, "I thought I heard through the tube as if her friend was pressing the buttons on the phone. "Fortunately, sent a message, can you imagine what would have happened if not you attended and which I answered? "Aleah had not thought but breathed. Had not called.
- So you've already answered? He asked with some trepidation, and sighed again when her friend said no. Say thanks and try to pass as quickly as possible.
"And when is it, genius? Will you try to lie back to your tutor? "
-Ya ... I'll think of something.
But it was not. Yes, Lienne was right about one thing: do not dare to lie back to Mrs. Pankrin. Instead, it felt strange sacrifice twenty minutes of class piano to escape in search of that poster now so desired. Jeanne, the piano teacher, had no problems but it must have felt like Aleah when it dismissed earlier than usual. Teacher and students knew how much he loved music and was unwilling to miss even one of his classes. As he began to walk towards the room, with the sun at your back beginning to hide behind the orange roofs for its bright liquid, recalled the time that was even a slight fever. Those times had insisted in going to their parents were unable to do anything to stop it. Urgent tasks and examinations; nothing away from his passion for the instrument. The music and the piano were the only things that kept her rope when spent much time before I could draw. For her it was a mystery as her parents had left to start piano lessons, but he thought we were quite convinced that would never occur to try to live it, music. In that sense, knew quite well. Aleah did not get along with the crowds, so the draw was his profession preferred, doing what he liked and hiding behind, and showing through-the colors of his palette.
"Good afternoon," he said, backed by the sun was still there, hanging in the shadows of things, like not wanting to leave. This time Iselah was at the counter, helping another boy with a backpack on paintings. He heard a soft "good afternoon" in response and look to the box, he looked up and smiled at her before going back looking for the customer. Taking advantage of these free seconds, Aleah went round about the shop. Sometimes I felt I was in a bubble as it related to music, or at least with respect to the rock. Many of the names of the bands that were there even sounded. Some others had much higher thanks to Lienne.
"By God!" Suddenly thought "why not ask her to come and get me the CD ... or poster?" Although her friend was no fool, and slow many times, like now - was herself. Lili should not say anything to escape the message. What a good friend. He sighed.
- Nothing interesting? The voice had come so close that he had no time to panic. At his side, like a ghost, Iselah smiled. Looked to the same records that she had been looking around until it was lost in thought.
gently shook his head and smiled back.
I do not know if there's nothing interesting or do not know any of these bands. Although good, this is true, his cheeks, much warmer than the previous visit, were stained with shame. Iselah whistled.
- Do not know any band? He asked, somewhat incredulous.
"No, well, yes, but I have heard," he laughed. In my house are a bit reluctant to rock ... I would almost say to music in general. Or art, "the boy raised an eyebrow, not understanding anything of what he was saying. Sorry, I'm saying a lot of nonsense.
"No, that's fine," he replied. You should not be the only one with parents as well. You come by the poster. "He said after a pause, and Aleah nodded.
"Yes, yes, sorry it did not come yesterday, but I was ... impossible.
"Okay, you have no reason to apologize. Come, I have it on the counter.
From a distance his eyes turned to the little bar that served as counter and on which, the right side, was the cash register. Beside the huge machine was a small plastic bag. Iselah he left her to go look and handed in his hand. Aleah did not know if I could open it or not, and was dying to do it and that she was sure it was known that memory image.
"Open it if you want, you want to do is shout. Aleah
did not pray, nor bothered to know that his face was as easy to read. I thought that was common, there are certain things people can not hide from anyone, especially if they were things they liked. It was like Lienne and glazes was also an artist, but an artist who liked to use the human body canvas. If you you gave a piece of paper, do not know what to do, but do not offer a guinea were to change you from head to toe. The result was not bad, but the change if it was enough ... radical.
poster pulled the bag and then carefully removed the paper cylinder that rolled up. Just saw the great blade loose unrolled one and was afraid to wrinkle but Iselah hands helped her to keep straight in the air. The red streaks coming out of the central star shone ominously on the faces of the four members of the band and the word Free had never been closer as now. Free , free ... Freedom ... freedom.
"I love music, but your parents, no-no was a question, but nodded Aleah while observing the eyes printed on laminated paper.
- How much is this? He asked, after a cough. For a moment he thought his throat had closed with emotion. The poster was shaking in his hands and was difficult to hide as she watched him waving in front of her. With clumsy hands I was rolling again without daring to look at the boy. His face had betrayed too much of your happiness. However, the seconds elapsed and Iselah not answer your question. For when lifted face, the boy was staring at "something wrong?
"You like the music, but do not know much about it ... rock band and that-he wielded and raised an eyebrow Aleah not understand why I had to do that with the payment by the poster.
-Ajah, "she said, again nodding his head.
- ... and I need someone to help me with the store. Freedom
... I could almost feel it in your fingers.
That day he came home five minutes later than usual, but nobody put it in needed nor cared about others. Aleah asked in his head with a thousand other questions that swarmed there, if it had been able to tell if they were scolding, or would instead wrapped in the nebula that these words had caused in her. As I walked down the aisle, he noticed he still had the poster in his hands, but did not hide it. The boy's words had opened the head and out there ideas, questions, answers, joys and fears. She, who had accepted almost immediately, had told him half what it was the subject of his parents, who did not want to listen to the music and did not want to waste time on things that would not give to live. He also said they were unaware of his trips to buy the albums by his band, also told how he met, and I hated lying.
"If they knew that the lyrics of this band are what keep me out when I feel bad ... they are so different from what they think" , had told him, pleading with the air, as if it a psychologist was able to fix their problems. Iselah was not, either, but gave a solution a long time which was slipping.
"And why not are the samples? Why do not you tell the truth? So tell me, are not bad parents ... perhaps a little strict, but you said it yourself: they want your good " had responded. "Go, try it and if you're still willing, the job is yours. Do not drown in a glass of water, Aleah. "
not sweat the small glass of water.
So said one of the band's lyrics "Around the World" and one of the first songs I could listen to them. "It was much that escaped answers already knew? She was free inside, like that song that said: "Believe in all the good things you keep inside you. There is no freedom in life, if there is no freedom in mind. " b34; And she believed in those things. Still believed in painting, but sometimes had to settle for painting in your dreams, or with eyelids closed. She was free when he hummed to himself the melodies of your favorite band. And she wanted to be free to know more bands, to paint, not knowing if he would win the bread with his pictures, but to try at least. And the first step was now.
"Dad, Mom, I have something to say ...
2
"... let's walk into the sunshine.
Everybody Got Something
That They Want to sing about,
Laugh about, cry about ... "
Train - For me, it's you.
-x-
The stations went by, as the days that fell one to one of the calendar of life. The sky above her, above all walking down the street, was of a heavenly rather special. If I had to create it in your palette would wear a turquoise blue, I put a tip of cyan and a drop in white, and did not mingle much, let the paint brush and play on the canvas, as the clouds above him. The autumn had passed, the wind had swept the leaves and their months, and spring as a cocoon that gets its way in life, had flourished, withered and watered the seeds warm for summer was coming. He had served sixteen and ending the first year of high school. The students who have yet to pay any compensation review continued attending classes for support, while the others were already enjoying their holiday.
Every year since I knew the lady prankin, had dismissed her with a bouquet of flowers, wishing a very good week break until the semester to start again. Nor would go to Jeanne's house for a month, as usual in every school break. Not that he liked the idea, but had to resign. They all deserved a vacation, more beautiful than it appears to be his work.
Did they ever these days, it seems like everyone else, but know that something is different, though you can not understand why? Aleah was happening to him that for a couple of months to have that feeling that every street, every tree and every stranger with whom he passed had not changed, remained the same, but they had something different, his own touch of cyan. It was like being immersed in one of the songs from Around the World, one of those he loved. Perhaps one of his latest album 'FREE'.
freedom Were they in color? And would it have it cyan?
- Good! -Greeted at the door. The warm atmosphere which had received long ago, in winter, it was now cool and dry, waiting for the hottest summer days, which were already just around the corner. There were a couple of clients, some of which already were known to them. However, they all turned towards her to greet her, something curious about the good humor he brought up.
"Good-Health, Iselah, either across the counter. His co-worker. And there were many developments that followed from that one sentence, for her, which her parents had never stopped working, saying that it should take no more of their studies. Now working and earning their own money, which made her very happy. He worked in a place he liked and which gradually had become his refuge. It was as if they were paying to be happy. A bargain. Eah, where did you get that shirt?
- Huh? -Aleah looked down and finally understood what he meant his friend. Had forgotten that he had taken. The ... I made it, "he said. He wore a white shirt in front of her was painted in pastel colors and asymmetrical waves above them a star, red. With handwriting, and some exploited, as if written in trouble, had written inside 'Music for freedom. " When he started to make the shirt, with all the colors and materials that were bought with his own money, "I wanted to make a shirt with the theme the last album Around the World , but while listening, and not hidden, and without headphones, "the improvisation bee had stung. But I felt that those words in his shirt were quite right, at least in your case.
- What happened with that contest? Have you told your parents? "The question the head right off and the air seemed to lose a little of that bit of cyan that brought since he left home that morning.
"I have not said anything. I do not know if I want to participate.
"You come here with that shirt spectacular, what you say you're going to dismiss this opportunity? -Aleah did not know that answer. "I was sure of not wanting to participate?
Those who prove victorious win a trip to the museum Britti, where he held the awards ceremony and which would also exhibited paintings and other works of different disciplines until next year's winners were decided. But the juiciest was not that trip to the other side of the country, the technology center and music ... where now file their musical heroes. It was juicy scholarship to study art there. Far, far away from where I lived, of his friends, his parents ...
- Leah? -La called.
... and Iselah.
Lienne Her friend had obtained the data from that contest, organized by the same people who carried out another contest, but in this case, makeup and hair, which is what interested her. At first the idea had excited, also had the winning idea that could leave the two together, "Lili told him that until he was ready to leave but did not win because the best schools were there. But while telling Iselah bases and limits, their excitement began to falter. So much so that he did not dare not to tell their parents. "Overall, for what? But was thinking of.
"I will not show up," he said, not wanting to look into his eyes.
-Leah-again call with that nickname he had given her. The people around him had begun to call it, but not the same, there was another music in the air when he was the one who said. The first times I spoke with him, I had not noticed, but Iselah had a beautiful voice and particular, was low and raspy, unexpected for such a young person like him, who was in the twenty-four, and acute when they needed songs well. Iselah attending his grandfather's shop, the man who had known Aleah before him-but his real passion was music. No sale, and not just listen. He loved singing, playing guitar and creating lyrics for the melodies he invented. Devote himself to it, it was a dream that by the time I was putting off until you know what to do with that place. His grandfather had decided to go travel the world with his grandmother and had left in charge because he knew he would take care and love that store so much like him. And in part it was true. Apparently these four walls had seen him grow up, get excited about music, discovering love, his first poems. He had many memories there that kept him up to it and place. And he transmitting all these feelings in each new band and style that made him known. Some did not even like, but he wanted to show all that existed, that is steeped in it. He soon discovered that he liked the same things as him, and yes, the first impression was correct: he loved so much like her to " Arounders" , as his fans have nicknamed members. Iselah loved music, and she. She also loved him.
- What you've been bitten? Asked the young man would not see that answer. Aleah
frowned, beginning to sulk and did not know why.
I do not want to go ... if we won, "he added, it was not his intention to appear pretentious," I have my life here, my parents, my friends, stopped before saying something I wanted to escape his mouth, and Instead, he went on a truth: - All.
"But your whole also is drawing, Aleah, do you think you let go?
"I can keep painting here and I have to move thousands of miles to do it," his voice rose a bit in tone and had to calm down before continuing. Now I can do it with more freedom than before.
- But no is the same as drawing on the leaves of your notebooks? You get to live on what you like, was not that what you wanted? Your chance is there in the capital, not here.
- And you, Iselah? "His question was out of his mouth and spat out angrily. The fault was not the boy, but she hurt he will not mind if she decided to leave. And your dream of having a band?
had been a low blow, but pride and anger was not allowed to retract. Iselah eyes were sawed.
"It's different," said Dry, but not his voice strange metal and frightened her.
- What is different? You are here among thousands of records, where would you all for having one of your authorship. What's stopping you?
"Life. Now it is giving you the opportunity to you and you're giving away so blatantly.
Aleah cheeks lit, and was about to mourn. Back felt rejection, accompanied this time of remorse for having said things that hurt and secure the truth of which always escaped. Iselah sighed, closing his eyes to calm down, and when he opened smiled softly.
- Why do not want to go? "He asked again, gently. Both had forgotten everything: customers, the store, whether the earth revolved around the sun or if it was upside down. Fully resigned imaginary wiping the tears ran down his cheek, he replied: "There
no music.
- Music? ... What no music? It is the cradle of music, Leah-Iselah had not understood what he meant, which made her smile sadly. He shook his head.
"Never mind. Today I'll come home early. I have to warn my parents of the competition and prepare a table.
From that day, the time it went to the store when he was dropped and was distracted. At least that's the Iselah noted. Minutes and minutes passed without either of the two spoke, when before, or serving a customer could keep quiet. Several times he asked if anything happened, but she was smiling, saying everything was fine, nothing else was thinking about your picture. For the few words he knew he could get had already begun, he had a small sketch to be proportionate with annotations and colors you want to use. The theme of the contest was quite free, but had to paint on a subject they like it, show it from its vision using metaphors, tools were those that were within their reach or to best be handled. Had tried to pry what was the issue that was painted or even what he was using to paint, but she said it was a secret, you already know it.
The deadline was approaching dangerously, had until the day July 10, and Aleah had begun to paint in the middle of June. The month I was coming to an end and she still did not understand what he was missing to finish it. Had copied almost everything I had imagined in his sketch. I looked at the small paper and your table and looked the same, but the two slightly lacked. There was a face in profile, mouth open and she came words, the face seemed to acknowledge the tremendous effort in his gesture, but the words coming out of his mouth were spelled with crisp and delicate, as if the voice was singing the with smooth, controlled tone. The blue background united face with a lot of color spots in which other words were lost, words and notes, and staff are entangled with them and took them as dragging them to a guitar, which from the top and contrary, it seemed be watching the boy on the web cast. The music was the only thing that was at the level of painting in his life, and wanted to show it, show what it meant to her music, showing the goddess who so admired, through paintings, through piano lessons. And he had taken as a model Iselah, but could not tell, did not dare. What would he think if he knew? Had not even noticed the way she looked at him every day, partly because of his work, partly because he could not help. Yes came to win and go from there, the only thing that would be to remember that love, the thought was to get rid as far enough away from him was that picture. And although he had turned all his feelings on it, it seemed that he could not show it. What was missing?
- What do you need? What? Aleah asked himself, clenching his fists, and in them the brush and palette. Had tried to show the commitment and effort of musicians to achieve harmony and how it would always be subject to the music, art that was left by the Greeks in the hands of Euterpe and Terpsichore, muse that had always inspired to paint over that the piano.
What if your feelings were missing there? What if music was not only that, but also the thousands of people who were moved with her? Is not missing them, the audience that the music coming? They were important and could not be forgotten, and where to put it?
He left the table. Man, guitar and staves covered the entire width of the fabric. I could not put aside the metaphor of the singer, because rather than public, it seems a group of singers. And under the music either because it would put a man on the same level and age.
A new song began to sound in the player and the idea came to her mind like lightning. Music and age were not the same, but while a singer sang for him and for the music, singing to the public, for that force that was able to sing, to produce most beautiful songs, stronger, more emotional. What is wanted? Thrill.
took a bottle of cyan and white and create a new color in his palette. Emotion, his guitar was excited. And tears is missing there.
tweak it finished eating the last days that remained before the closing date was announced. Her father accompanied her to personally deliver the painting to the museum that was responsible for making the reception in the small town. The tube in which the canvas had escaped from his hands to a nice lady who thanked him for his participation and that was it.
The results would be the end of July and a group of four people would select the works, by location and then would send Britti where the final selection will take place.
Aleah was nervous, yet delivered. If it was not selected, things would pretty rare to Iselah more rare than they already are. I was sure he was thinking that the way in which he was addressing was in the competition and uncontrollable nerves. Uncontrollable were his nerves, yes, but not because of the competition.
And if he won? If I won and had to go far away ... away from your music? Far in pursuit of his dream, but far from all that made sense to her. "That would do?
And the day came. The letter was deposited in the mail between light tickets and other advertisements. His mother had picked up the mail like every morning and there was the letter. Aleah had gone out shopping and when she returned, her father and her mother waited in the kitchen. The white envelope was sober on the tablecloth with red stripes and brighter than ever clean tile walls. And before the guided his steps to the letter, the phone rang. Aleah and her mother jumped and his father was the only one who responded and answered the phone.
- Hello? "Came the booming voice of his father in the room.
When silence came to be the norm in the environment, the man turned around and looked, first at her and then her mother.
-called to confirm, just in case that the letter had been lost. I have been told the result.
-x-
was Saturday and the street was pretty quiet. Advantage that no one in the room had dropped the music and had brought the guitar from under the bar. Adjusted the ropes in his notes and started ripping. A cost Iselah start with the rhythm, but once taken up began to stroke the chords of that old song his own, which had no name and never finished. Was one of those "children" of his, he did not know why although it is never finished songs were returning to their memory. Did not even need to remember the score. Aleah thought as he looked toward the door. The gray wisps of fluff floating against the light danced in the air accompanied by the sound of the guitar naked. Very deep, the music player was struck, soft. What would walk by? The nerves and slowly ate away, had been handing over to him.
At least he thought he saw her enter the premises, with the head down, and even welcomed, something very strange in it. Yes, things had been rare since the argument they had had before she decided to enter the contest, but always greeted and unless he has to do with details of the work, she answered anything he asked. It was not the girl in the world with more slick, but responded.
"Good, Leah, it seems that you have not finished out of bed, tried to make her laugh, but she kept walking toward the counter, without looking, without looking at anything around like a robot. The place was empty at that hour of the morning. The first curious began to fall at about eleven, eleven and a half. I had not noticed, but Aleah had arrived a little late that day. Did something happen?
"I'm going," he said, as if that he could understand everything that was wrong. He had returned to dodge the eyes. This morning was the result, I chose. So I'm going.
Iselah tried to process these last words spoken to speed on the voice too sharp and almost hollow of his co-worker. Guitar supported on wooden desk and finally understood what I wanted to say.
"That's ... great!, You did it, Aleah! She tried to give it more joy in his voice, but the surprise dominated their thoughts and more to what I could not name it.
"I'm going, you understand, right? I'm going. Far from here, my family, my friends ...
"But you come to visit, it's not as if I come back to see, not what you said you wanted to go Lienne?
Iselah was in the air the scent of conflict that had once surrounded the day that everything changed. Aleah, just then deigned to look at him and blame she saw there could not be confused with any other sentiment.
- And you? Le he asked.
- What about me? I will also be waiting here, "he smiled, hoping that would relieve the minds but the eyes of the girl, her reproach, became magnifiers behind the tears that were still retained between the flanges.
"Just came to leave this, and thank you for all you did for me. Without you, and you can not imagine how much, could not have made this dream. -Aleah handed him a slip of paper with an address. Have placed a photographic reproduction of the painting in the museum. If you want to understand me, go there. Goodbye.
Aleah, who had long not smiling, tipped the corners of his mouth for him, before kissing him on the cheek.
And in a blink of an eye was gone.
The thing had taken so by surprise, who spent hours until it was decided to heed the direction of the paper. Did not remember been so busy on a Saturday in local disk and wondered if it was not his anxiety that he was playing a trick. After greeting the last customer that was inside the music store, it was decided to close early, take a ride on the same day to the museum before it closed its doors.
took the motorcycle to the garage, that they did not use much and trying to the nerves do not dominate their driving is headed that way. It was five-twenty-five and the museum closed promptly at six. The motorcycle trip up there was faster than he thought and he dreaded the idea of \u200b\u200bhaving been driving recklessly. The steps, large, cold and white, adorned the entrance to the art museum of the city, were loaded in pairs for him and before coming to the reporting and was wondering where were the reproductions of the winners. As they approached, the pace was slowing. From a distance could recognize Aleah paint, because he knew more than she thought. But also less. The
silhouette of the face became more and more familiar to him, until a few meters is being recognized on synthetic canvas. It was he, of pastel, blue, notes and words. Even the guitar a cascade falling too pale and bright, was easily recognizable as his. It was he, and his world. The world into which he had turned his back.
Iselah knew nothing about art, was beyond their comprehension. The criticism I could do was generally "pretty" "ugly" "more or less." "I liked 'or' I did not like." But this time he strove to find the hidden meaning of that work. Aleah had put his thoughts there, hoping he could understand.
Could understand the heart before the mind?
did not know. But on guitar, Iselah saw the eyes of Aleah. And she wept for him. He was guilty of those imaginary tears now planted for eternity on that canvas.
And it was too late? No.
-x-
- Aleah! Aleah! The voice that came as called from a dream. She did not know if I wanted to turn and see it. It was a hand on his shoulder, forcing him to do so.
- What are you doing here? He asked.
- Do not tell me to go and see your work to understand you? I'm not the smartest person in the world when it comes to art, but I did not let go-Iselah his shoulder. Slowly, his hand was falling to take his. And you have to wait.
- What?
"Wait two years, you are still small, and I am an old man had begun to talk fast and into a monologue under the astonished eyes of Aleah it looked as if out of a dream, it will remain in two years but at least it will not be a crime. Fulfill your dream for me. I promise I will do something for mine too. Do not take it as a farewell or as they want you to go ... do you understand how important this is for you? I think that there is only something that will make you more peaceful marches.
-¿... And what is that?
"I love you.
Epilogue
"...' cause now I only see my dreams
In Everything I touch. "
Spiralling - Keane
-x-
«¡... Stadium Britti gone! Broadcasting live from the place where moments will present the most acclaimed band in recent months! "
" That's Mark! In moments will be announced the faces of the five members who have remained in obscurity since its formation! "
" Do not forget to remind your friends who could not attend this is being broadcast on radio y. .. "
Voices drivers came to their ears in a distant, distorted by the small speakers of the radio. Aleah had his old notebook on your lap and outlined in it, the colorful bouquet of roses in the vase that was right in front of her. There was a card with a "Congratulations" written. It was not the only thing on the table, although she was not paying attention to other things. In what should be a brown paper wrapper, was an album of music, with its box and on the cover that looked a reproduction of what had been their bridge connector between it and the paint. Between her and Iselah. They cut the original design, giving more emphasis the face of the singer. The guitar only saw the base, from which tears were falling as a stream to the bottom edge. Everything had been supervised by her and had even commissioned to create the font with which you wrote the name of the band, alleging that he had written on his shirt was more than three years. "Music for Freedom" was the name and album title had put Iselah. He had looked into my eyes and had sung the chorus of the song he loved. "It's you."
Someone knocked on the door and entered his room without waiting for her reply. However, she did not stop continued outlining his pencil and paper roses on a meticulously. The other person was watching the same intensity she used to capture the details of the fresh petals on stems. Not even flinch when someone leaned on his back and put her head on his shoulder. Just smiled.
- Are you ready? Asked a deep voice raspy. That he sang 'It's you, it's you, it's you, for me it's you. "
-Tan list as may be about to stand before thousands of people.
"Oh, come on, baby is a baby step, one more.
-In a giant, perhaps. Know I do not like crowds ... I do not know how you could convince me this, she turned to see the face of your partner, enjoying the tickle of his beard against her neck, "too late to cancel?
Iselah laughed and kissed him before leaving.
"You're crazy, Leah, we'll play at the stadium Britti! Where they finished Arounders to fame. Do not want to fulfill this dream?
"It's yours, not mine," he grumbled.
"But it was you, who said that the World Around it lacked a keyboard ... was almost as offered to play with us. And it was the touch that was missing, she leaned over to get the pen and notebook and took her hand. Come on.
"The atmosphere is exploding in the stadium Britti! We are advising that Music for Freedom already taking their places on stage, this concert will be etched in the hearts of everyone present. The only unknown is the song that opened the night. Listen, is ...!»
The voice was lost in the chords of the guitar and bass, accompanied by the rhythmic sound of a dish made metronome. Iselah turned to her, while took advantage of the silence of his guitar. They both smiled carried away by the colors of music and began singing while Aleah Iselah humming in a low point with his fingers hitting the keys on your piano.
"Every color in the rainbow is not enough,
'cause now I see my dreams in Everything I Touch."
In Everything I feel
