A choice between jazz-critique my piece please!
I wanted to enter this into a reedsy competition, but was a minute too late
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squeaks and shuffling of shoes on shiny brown floors
heeee…hooooo
deep breathing behind me
the rhythm and vocalness of it makes me know it’s intentional.
we were instructed to create a scene of stillness in movement
im unsure if anyone thought about what that meant
only we don’t have to think it
we just understand what that means in our own language
i try being present but the clock goes tick tock
i’m somewhere else
somewhere smiling at my favorite person across a room, as she closes her eyes and blows into her instrument
i don’t ever hear or see anything but her when she goes off like that
but i wouldn’t tell anyone else that
inside somewhere, everywhere there’s a record playing with soft jazz, unlike hers
hers is fast and enthusiastic, like it’s trying to take time by surprise
it makes me think of her
tired of jazz being a freaking boy’s club!
i prepare myself for a rant through gritted teeth sounding like a rollercoaster with its grumbles and highs and lows over unsteady tracks
but maybe tonight she won’t say it
tonight she’ll stand in front of everyone and prove she could be apart of jazz like the best of them (the best of them being, according to her: coltrane, parker, getz, bostic), but somehow better
( i know she’s striving for better)
her friend, athena, will scat
a cascade of sounds like she’s imitating a bird even when she says
sweeeeet
One sound connecting another like there’s a hyphen only she can find, inserting them in the dictionary just for fun
a thud, butt meets hardwood
craaack
i promise I heard every neck snap to the front right corner
owwww f—
sss
sucking in through their teeth
anya has fallen anya has fallen
one collective thought through the room, i could hear them all, trains coming to a quick stop, hurting my ears:
don’t get up,
don’t get up
honestly, the thought ran through my head, but not fully developed because there was another, one more bold and persistent:
there’s something i’ve been meaning to tell her
i have to tell her tonight or i’ll implode
the record stops, but there’s no scratch
the music is just here, then it isn’t
i watch it all play out, but can’t really say i’m present
anya exits stage left
miss winston moves from somewhere and is now in front of us all
while anya goes to get checked up, let’s switch to…let’s switch to auditions actually
everyone wants her role
we know there’s no way she’ll be ok now after watching her limp out with the help of matteo
she was already dancing on a messed up ankle, it was bound to give in
That’s the chance you have to be willing to take as a dancer
I glance up at the time
if im gonna be on time, i need to leave like now
you’re a shoe in since Anya is gone; you know you’ve always been the second fave
my lip feels a slight pinch
i realize my teeth are clamped on it
i open my mouth and a slight sigh comes out,
i feel the the coldness enter and hear the whoosh as it leaves
somewhere, athena is scatting
and in that same place, she’s tapping her fingers
i’ve caught her trying her hand at scatting too.
Dibby doo dibby oooo weee
starting off as a baby’s trying their first word, and ending in a slightly bolder teen saying a cuss word
something about a lick, something about time, something about a measure or beat…she’s a saxophonist by nature, but if you gave her two drumsticks, she’d widen your eyes
i’ve seen them play before
her athena, rhiannon and wes
so, what ya think
uh, the drums sound like metal hitting glass softly, but fast, and it made my fingers tap
a mixed look
i’m really bad at describing music, but i loved it
really
a sudden high pitched laugh, she tilted her head back
i wanted to tell her then.
i didn’t.
am I gonna miss my chance? She’ll be heartbroken
another missed date night. but I need this opportunity
career goals first, right
yeah
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there’s something louder going on now. Rock and roll, or alternative…
i look around, my breathing deep and heavy
i feel it within my chest
even my ribs ache.
a cacophony of laughter and glass chiming comes into my ears
i see everything and nothing at all.
someone’s deep and hearty belly laugh somewhere in the distance trying to be caught
finally, i spot her. I watch for a second, allowing my heartbeat to slow and steady itself.
bumbum…bum…bum
she looks up slowly from her phone
you came
i can’t hear this from where i stand, but i can read her lips just fine
of course i came
for you, i’d always come.
I love you
she cocks her head, and for a second i can’t tell if she caught my words
then, she beams, and there’s us two.
and her saying it back
and her band’s name being announced by someone on front stage
let’s hear some jazz
About the Creator
Jay,when I write
Hello.
What?
23, Black, queer, yup
Comments (1)
Good work. Capital letters I think, but good work!