Lyn Holley
Active member
My Song
I may be at a college, or just in a sort of town. I have written a song. A group gathers each week for a show of some sort, and I tell the group that we will form a little band and sing my song. We are supposed to practice, but we never do.I see my song, written with chords and words. The night of the show comes, and there are several women on the stage who are accomplished musicians. I see their books of Brahms, Beethoven, etc.Their music is beautiful. I am looking for a copy of my song, and one of these women has it. She says, “Make me another copy. This one is crumpled and I like things very neat.” I leave and walk through the (campus?) to make copies. I ponder that I might teach the song to the audience at the same time I teach it to the band. I keep trying to sing the melody in my head so I don’t forget. I am sorta scared, but not too scared.
I may be at a college, or just in a sort of town. I have written a song. A group gathers each week for a show of some sort, and I tell the group that we will form a little band and sing my song. We are supposed to practice, but we never do.I see my song, written with chords and words. The night of the show comes, and there are several women on the stage who are accomplished musicians. I see their books of Brahms, Beethoven, etc.Their music is beautiful. I am looking for a copy of my song, and one of these women has it. She says, “Make me another copy. This one is crumpled and I like things very neat.” I leave and walk through the (campus?) to make copies. I ponder that I might teach the song to the audience at the same time I teach it to the band. I keep trying to sing the melody in my head so I don’t forget. I am sorta scared, but not too scared.