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Saturday, January 18, 2014

Read me and tell me what you think!

This story has been whirling around in my seldom empty brain (there's always something there, even if I can't remember what it is) and I wanted to throw the intro out there for some response. My main character  is America (Meri) Washington, a sixteen year old high school junior. She loves classical music and dreams of owning her own Baby Grand piano, but for now enjoys time spent tickling the ivory of her piano teacher's instrument. America is drop-dead gorgeous: flawless, porciline skin; naturally straight, white teeth; a beauty queen figure; enchanting blue eyes. She's theh poster child for the all-American beauty. Her grades are perfect; she has no enemies; she is focused and knows where she is headed; her parents love her unconditionally.
I know, of course, what Meri's problem is; I want to hear what you think.


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“There she is, Miss America. There she is, your ideal.”

The off key lyrics followed her all the way down the hall and into the sanctuary of the practice cubicle where Steinway awaited. It was too bad that the cubicle was actually the girl’s locker room and that Steinway was not the glossy piano of her dreams, but the new iPhone 5S (which was surely be obsolete already) that her parents had gifted her with on her sixteenth birthday. In their quirky manner, they had replaced the keyboard with an Otter case costumed in white with a black treble cleft adorning the back and circling the Apple hole. An attempt at levity on their part; an important statement of who carried it on hers.

Meri quickly logged on to her favorite U-Tube site, attached ear buds to ears, and allowed herself to breathe in the calming strains of her favorite Beethoven piano concerto. Maybe today she would find her voice. Maybe today she could to tell the rest of the world to go to hell. Maybe today she would find the courage to no long be the worn rug on which everyone walked with such consistency. She knew that her life was pretty much in her own hands and that said life was famous for throwing those curves that her mother insisted made existence interesting.

But in the real world people had a choice to speak out for themsevles. And that's all Meri wanted ;  to open her mouth and be heard.

 
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