Zatanna’s Sonata

I don’t normally dress this way, but tonight was the night of the Benefit Concert held to raise funds to support the music program in our public schools. Instead of my usual garb— tonight I sported a slender black evening gown, knee high black leather boots, black arm gloves with white music notes on them, and the necklace with a hammer pendant that never leaves my neck. There were three people asked to perform and since I was one of the top Violinists in my class they of course called on me to be there. I couldn’t turn down the offer because of how many times music had been there for me. It got me through the nights my mother and father were fighting, it was there with me the nights I stayed awake crying over my teenage broken heart, and it still stands by me even after many of my high school friends have moved on. What kind of friend would I be if I turned down the request when I finally have a chance to repay the gentle heartwarming embrace that was given to me? Mother and Father get along better these days and will be present for the Concert. Now is my chance to finally show them that all the time I spent learning and perfecting my talents was not for nothing.

Each of us was asked to perform a mini-Sonata; half the usual time for most Sonatas which means the Concert will last a little over an hour. I was scheduled to go last after the Cellist and Pianist. I’ll never forget the day Mother was horrified when I told her I wanted an electric guitar for Christmas one year. She told me she would only get me one if I agreed to play a different instrument and be in the school band as well. Initially, I was more horrified at that suggestion than Mother had been at my request, but in the end it paid off because now both instruments come in handy when writing and performing with Watchtower. Hopefully one day Watchtower will get a record contract and be played on the radio touching as many souls as possible. After all, that’s what music is all about anyway; helping people’s spirits soar by giving them music notes to glide on.

My violin Loren rested in his case silently with Oliver my Bow. Oliver takes turns making music with Loren and Dronjak. Dronjak is my guitar which makes a very unique noise when played with Oliver instead of my picks. I could tell by the way the pianist was playing that she was nearing the end of her Sonata. My heart began to flutter in my chest like a piston in a car that just kicked into overdrive.

I took the stage gracefully and upon reaching the center took a bow toward the audience while the piston steadily pumped adrenaline throughout my body. After taking a deep breath I placed the violin beneath my chin and slowly lifted the bow to touch the strings. The auditorium grew very quiet as I closed my eyes and began to play. To start out for the Adagio I played some slow sad notes and started to picture a scene in my mind of a forgotten barren wasteland. Nothing but dust as far as the eye could see. As I walked through this wasteland I started crying. Tears rolled down my face in rivers falling like rain upon the ground. Wherever my tears fell and touched the dirt little tufts of green began to appear. Finally, I stopped walking and turned to observe. Grass was growing steadily now. As I neared the end of the Adagio other plants were starting to reveal themselves. Next was the Andante, transitioning the slower sad notes into a crescendo it caused the foliage growth to increase ferociously. Flowers began to bloom in tune with my strokes. Trees began to shoot out of the ground like they were being fired from a giant nail gun into the wall-like crust of the Earth. Increasing the crescendo once more I entered the final stage of the Sonata called the Presto. Plants were growing faster than the eye could see. Decreasing the crescendo when I neared the end of the Presto, the plants finally took a break from growing as I just stared out over the lush abundance of life. This is what I hoped everyone in the audience experienced; a growth of the soul through music.

Smiling, I spread my arms in both worlds. I opened my eyes to a standing ovation and tears in my parent’s eyes. This was one of those moments musicians wish for all of their lives. Seeing how the music was able to touch the audience and seeing how much they appreciate the talent I worked so hard to hone is the best reward a girl could ask for.

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