Truyện Ngắn B1: Music

A song comes on the radio. My lips start to move, singing along.

My fingers start to snap; my feet begin to tap.

The music sinks deep into my soul.

I listen to the music as it fills my brain, and I remember when I used to sing.

I sang in front of huge crowds.

I loved it when they watched me and clapped for me when I was finished.

Letting out my feelings when I was sad, mad, happy, or glad was when I would sing.

I sang in the shower; I sang in the rain;

I sang in church; I sang walking down the street!

Music has always been a big part of my life.

It seems like I was a baby when I started playing the piano!

I would sit on my sister's lap while she played the piano, and I would bang on the keys.

I remember sitting beside her and learning how to sing.

I sang my little lungs out!

As I grew, I listened to other singers on tapes, the radio and C.D.s.

I took those things that I had heard from different singers and made myself sound like them.

Soon, I could take what I had heard all my life and make it into my own sound.

I have always liked singing jazz and blues.

I don't listen to jazz and blues a lot, however.

I listen to pop, rock, classical and some country.

As you can see, I like many types of music.

I have seen musicals, too,

like Phantom of the Opera and Les Miserables.

Those musicals were amazing.

There were such bright costumes and stage sets,

not to mention the wonderful songs and singing.

Music has been on this earth since the beginning of time,

and it touches everyone in a different way.

I know it does not only touch mine

but is a big part of my very being.