Outside the LinesInside the thin black lines,
Color there, they say.
So I do.
Look at that man with clothing
Colors crossing the borders that they set up
to protect our innocence.
A sigh of satisfaction,
hands on hips,
lips curling up.
A tea cup to be sipped from,
waiting on the tablecloth
A scribble to identify the man
whose clothing is too many colors
outside their lines.
No matter what, it'll spell out
Montagues and Capulets I believe in Sergei Prokofiev's "Montagues and Capulets". The first time I heard the composition was at my third piano recital. I have kept all my programs, and here in my hands, seventeen recitals later, is the program from November 16, 2003.
I don't remember Basil Sharikov-Bass, the performer, well because he only played in one more recital after that. When he quit, like many other people would in the next seven years, he must have only been a year older than I am right now. I have kept playing piano and performing at recitals, but people drop piano lessons all the time. It is disappointing to see how far they have come, only to cease playing. They lose interest, they find another activity, they don't have the time to practice-or they don't want to.
Last year, I had become increasingly unwilling to continue playing, and I rarely sat down to practic
Rest Stop The summer after my third grade year, my dad, cousin, and I went on a road trip to Disneyland. It was only our first day on our way there, and we decided to stop in Grand Junction when it was already dark outside. We entered the store at the gas station for my dad to get himself some coffee. My cousin David, who was my age, was a fanatic of sweets and, well, food in general. It wasn't pizza or fries or soda that caught his eye in this particular store. It was the section devoted to a great variety of sugary deliciousness. We were walking through the aisles looking at the different types of candy that were spread out before our eyes. Although I preferred chips, I wasn't in my arguing mood so I left him to choose from the variety of treats while I searched for the restroom. It was on the other side of the store, a sign with a figure in a dress marking it.
After using the restroom I