The Finished Score

The Finished Score I have committed ever note to memory. Charlotte continues to squeak out her solo, causing my eardrums to collapse. No this solo was not intended for her voice. I sang while John composed and wrote the lyrics. I have committed every word to memory. And that is why this "Charlotte of Theater Marvelous" makes me mad. No, I am not jealous of her. I could never be jealous of her. But it is the fact that, first hand, she is not meant for the role. Second, that is literally my stage! I have found many names carved in the crevices and corners of the Theater, and my name has been included with the handful. Another name was 'Eric'. It was almost illegible but I have studied it hard and have finally made out the crooked letters. I began to sing at the top of my lungs, drowning out Charlotte with lovely notes of music. I sang the part of the duet that John had written for me.

The Finished Score "Welcome to the Theater Marvelous!" I heard Alice's voice echo through out the rotunda of the theater. Alice was the theater manager, and took the role of an older sister. I stop with my work of carving a small figurine with my switch-blade, and look over the railing to see the new performers. The rehearsals are already underway for a new show. They quickly hurry onto the glossy cherry-wood stage and begin the opening song.as they sing, I sing along from my normal seat, box five, to be exact. It is the best seat in the whole theater! However, we are not supposed to go into the box because there have been... "Problems" as John had called it. But yet, I cannot stay away! I can sing and sing and sing and nobody can hear me. How the box is positioned in the theater, you cannot be heard by the cast or the audience. Neither can you be seen, which is what I like. I am just a well kept secret in Marvelous. No one knows of me except few who are my care takers, or those who live in the theater. But people have come and gone. They forget about the little girl who lurks in the shadows of Marvelous. Now I am fifteen, almost sixteen. I can creep through this theater like a mouse. The only reason some one may know of my presence is because I sing. All the time. Every second of everyday I am either humming or whispering a song. Lately, the songs of the new production have been in my head. But there is one song, however, which feels as if it is on replay. Over and over in my mind. A song that I have little memory of. Yet it haunts me at night. No tune or lyrics come to mind, just a sweet voice, like of an angel. I ponder all of these things. For I do not know much but what I do know is that I can sing to express my feelings through elegant notes that float in the cool night air. Sometimes, when the theater is empty, and the crowds have gone, I step foot on that glossy cherry-wood stage. And I sing my heart out! Mostly songs of what I have felt like or songs that I just imagine. But in one shinning moment, I will remember. I do not know where these memories came from, or how they materialize within my head. I get glimpses, as my mind flashes back, of a single rose of which had been crumpled, lying in the snow. And then, I hear a voice. Calling my name, yet no one is there. Whispering in my ear the lovely melodies which stir the memories of the rose. A strange sweet voice that makes me feel safe and secure, and which makes my soul fly! This voice will speak only in songs in my mind. Like a faint glimpse of my past that has been so well hidden from me. I have had many experiences with this voice. When I am alone, and also in my dreams... he will always be there singing songs in my head... Suddenly a high pitched squeal interrupted my thoughts. I see a seventeen year old girl on stage, trying to make any kind of beautiful sound come from her vocals. Yet she does not succeed. This is one known as Charlotte. She is the diva hear at Marvelous and always gets her way.Yes I do feel sorry for her, for she cannot sing, but for some reason, the theater will not get rid of her! Her mother and father fund the Theater and secretly, I believe, have made an agreement that she gets all of the lead rolls. Charlotte continues to squeak out her solo, causing my eardrums to collapse. No this solo was not intended for her voice. I sang while John composed and wrote the lyrics. I have committed every word to memory. And that is why this "Charlotte of Theater Marvelous" makes me mad. No, I am not jealous of her. I could never be jealous of her. But it is the fact that, first hand, she is not meant for the role. Second, that is literally my stage! I have found many names carved in the crevices and corners of the Theater, and my name has been included with the handful. Another name was 'Eric'. It was almost illegible but I have studied it hard and have finally made out the crooked letters. I began to sing at the top of my lungs, drowning out Charlotte with lovely notes of music. I sang the part of the duet that John had written for me.

The Finished Score This is part 2 of chapter 1: The Voice.

The Finished Score Chapter 1: the voice "Welcome to the Theater Marvelous!" I heard Alice's voice echo through out the rotunda of the theater. Alice was the theater manager, and took the role of an older sister. I stop with my work of carving a small figurine with my switch-blade, and look over the railing to see the new performers. The rehearsals are already underway for a new show. They quickly hurry onto the glossy cherry-wood stage and begin the opening song.as they sing, I sing along from my normal seat, box five, to be exact. It is the best seat in the whole theater! However, we are not supposed to go into the box because there have been... "Problems" as John had called it. But yet, I cannot stay away! I can sing and sing and sing and nobody can hear me. How the box is positioned in the theater, you cannot be heard by the cast or the audience. Neither can you be seen, which is what I like. I am just a well kept secret in Marvelous. No one knows of me except few who are my care takers, or those who live in the theater. But people have come and gone. They forget about the little girl who lurks in the shadows of Marvelous. Now I am fifteen, almost sixteen. I can creep through this theater like a mouse. The only reason some one may know of my presence is because I sing. All the time. Every second of everyday I am either humming or whispering a song. Lately, the songs of the new production have been in my head. But there is one song, however, which feels as if it is on replay. Over and over in my mind. A song that I have little memory of. Yet it haunts me at night. No tune or lyrics come to mind, just a sweet voice, like of an angel. I ponder all of these things. For I do not know much but what I do know is that I can sing to express my feelings through elegant notes that float in the cool night air. Sometimes, when the theater is empty, and the crowds have gone, I step foot on that glossy cherry-wood stage. And I sing my heart out! Mostly songs of what I have felt like or songs that I just imagine. But in one shinning moment, I will remember. I do not know where these memories came from, or how they materialize within my head. I get glimpses, as my mind flashes back, of a single rose of which had been crumpled, lying in the snow. And then, I hear a voice. Calling my name, yet no one is there. Whispering in my ear the lovely melodies which stir the memories of the rose. A strange sweet voice that makes me feel safe and secure, and which makes my soul fly! This voice will speak only in songs in my mind. Like a faint glimpse of my past that has been so well hidden from me. I have had many experiences with this voice. When I am alone, and also in my dreams... he will always be there singing songs in my head... Suddenly a high pitched squeal interrupted my thoughts. I see a seventeen year old girl on stage, trying to make any kind of beautiful sound come from her vocals. Yet she does not succeed. This is one known as Charlotte. She is the diva hear at Marvelous and always gets her way.Yes I do feel sorry for her, for she cannot sing, but for some reason, the theater will not get rid of her! Her mother and father fund the Theater and secretly, I believe, have made an agreement that she gets all of the lead rolls. Charlotte continues to squeak out her solo, causing my eardrums to collapse. No this solo was not intended for her voice. I sang while John composed and wrote the lyrics. I have committed every word to memory. And that is why this "Charlotte of Theater Marvelous" makes me mad. No, I am not jealous of her. I could never be jealous of her. But it is the fact that, first hand, she is not meant for the role. Second, that is literally my stage! I have found many names carved in the crevices and corners of the Theater, and my name has been included with the handful. Another name was 'Eric'. It was almost illegible but I have studied it hard and have finally made out the crooked letters.