Xylophonic Beginnings

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Something I wrote, could go further with it, could leave it as it is. It's very short.

Ignore the title, it's a bit corny.

Submitted: October 26, 2012

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Submitted: October 26, 2012



“No, no, no!” she said, “You’re doing it all wrong!”. But I wasn’t doing it wrong, I was doing it my way, and if my way was different to hers I didn’t care. So I continued. “Here, let me show you” she said, and pulled the paintbrush out of my hand. With it, she quickly painted a small, red circular flower. “See?” she said, “Now you try!”. She handed the paintbrush back to me and I hit the canvas with it, making a big red splat. I let out a chuckle; I was enjoying this... so I did it again. I went to do it once more, and she said “No, no, no!” and reached for the paintbrush again. I handed her the paintbrush without fight and she took it away. “How about we try the xylophone instead?” she asked in a cartoony voice. I didn’t know what a xylophone was, but it sounded like fun, so I smiled nice and big. She walked to the drawer and pulled out a bright, rainbow coloured object which made me smile even nicer and bigger; except this time she noticed my smile and gave me one back which made me smile even biggerer! She placed the funky object down in front of me and handed me a stick. I didn’t know what to do with the stick, but I loved it. I put it in my mouth, and it felt good. “No, no, no!” she said, guiding my hand away from my mouth, towards the supposed xylophone in front of me, “This is how we do it!”. She took the stick from my hand and tapped the xylophone, I didn’t understand what had happened, but I loved it. I reached for the stick and tried it for myself. The sounds were amazing and they were mine! I started tapping different sections of the xylophone and realized that they made different sounds, so I tapped them all as many times as I could, as fast as I could.

This was my first experience of creating music, as my mother told me. She said that she couldn’t take that xylophone away from me or I’d cry and when she tried, cry I did.



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