Again after so many years, Christmas dinner out... with a Special Someone. Warmness fills the mind, the dinning hall shines, the music's bright.
For this place, it's a chilly day.
Back to school, everything seems to be different. All the frustrations everybody has had in the recent days are temporarily put aside. I got a big surprise by Liza. After all, it's Christmas. It's supposed to be merry.
And it is, indeed, I guess.
Standing next to my fellow guitarist, blowing my harmonica, I listen to people singing along with the melody I'm playing. Fireworks explodes, one after another. People dance and shout (Jingle bell, jingle bell,...). It's really amazing what you can do with just a harmonica, an acoustic guitar, and two people with good knowledge of music to play them.
We stay after every body else left, just to improvise together in the key of F. Why the key of F? Because my harmonica is diatonic, which means it can't play sharps and flats. As a matter of fact, the keys I should be playing in are C, F, and G. "Buy a chromatic", Tendai says. "I sure will."
I tell him about our plan (Edgardo's and mine) to stay in Costa Rica for one or two week after graduation and go around the country just to play/improvise music as buskers. "Involve me," he says, looking truly interested.
Like how Edgardo, Ksusha and I improvised in the key of D, following Edgardo's Brazilian song, just before vacation began, the music experience tonight has been really enjoyable. Oh yes it's true, I know and always rediscover once in a while, all you need is love, peace and music. Liza has talked about me (her secret friend): the girl, second year, that you can always find in the music room. Although I know this is just meant to be symbolic, I want to disagree with it. However, it turns out that it doesn't really matter. I'm where the music is; and if someone presents it as "the music room", well, it's fair too.
The more I study music and the more I learn about the world, the more I love the Beatles.
And I feel dizzy.
I don't know if it's because of the lack of sleep, the long hours sitting in front of my laptop writing, the frustration from things going on inside the school, the changes by his sudden presence, or all those things altogether. But the world just seems to revolve around me; and when I try to stand up for it, I'm spun around and fell.
So I just sit in the sofa, almost collapsed, writing. Not so long after that, I find myself on facebook, searching, typing "love" in the search box, then clicking on the tab "group". There are some useless, pointless, funny, crazy, and dumb things. But I also find some very interesting stuffs.
And I receive an email from David, sent out to the whole school.
Swarthmore is lucky to have you, I think.
Let's watch Mononoke Hime again, I tell him. Now? He asks. Yes, now.
