Wow, we haven’t done linked up with Write on the Edge for a while. Even more wow, I (Mime) will be doing it. Wows all round.
So the prompt?
Talk about a lot of room to work. This is especially true since that book Cait and I cowrote is about music. Very fitting.
A little background to this snippet? Jo and Tony don’t get along. Frequently. However, they’re the school’s top musicians, and so thanks to the music teacher, they now have to play a canonic sonata (a duet) at the local eisteddfods. Ah…Jo hates the very idea.
If you want to read the blurb in full, pop over to our CANONIC page.
It’s the green practise room, where I first met Tony. I do not have fond memories. I swallow and play a warm up. My fingers sweat so much my flute is hard to hold. I shake my head and start again. Are my hands actually shaking? What’s wrong with me?
The cacophony outside dims a little as people disperse, and I calm my breathing enough to begin the concerto in A minor.
Tony hooks the door open with his foot. He has a violin and bow in one hand and a folder of music in another. “Mind if I join you, Canonic?”
“The other practise rooms are taken. And I had to get away from Isobel’s piano playing.”
“She’s awesome at the piano.”
“Yeah, but Lilly is trying to play a cakewalk over her shoulder in C major.”
“Oh, the horror.”
Apparently his sarcasm detector is off, or he’s in a boring mood. “Can we canonic?”
“You make that sound so weird.”
“It is. The fact that two people can play a song, just one bar out, and still sound like that… ah. Weird.”
“So you finally figured out what a canon is?”
“Jo. I’ve known that since I was four. Big metal gun. Boom, boom?”
“Ha, ha. I forgot you’re so hilarious.”
“I didn’t.” His smile wraps around his face, and he starts playing the Canonic Sonata by memory.
I roll my eyes. “Since when did you even learn to play it?”
“Oh… a certain Internet site helped immensely.”
“You looked it up on YouTube? That’s so lame.”