Hitting the Right Notes Read Online Free
Author: Elisa Jackson
older, but still familiar faces took away the sudden chill that had braced her before. This couldn’t be a coincidence. Never. Coming across this poster when wandering around a random, unknown street had to be a sign. The concert was happening tonight.
In less than an hour.
Their tickets will be sold out, no doubt. Yet, the sudden desire to be there among the thousands of fans, to be inside the sea of the thousands of hands that would wave at her friends felt as necessary as air to her – maybe even more. She could live with no air, but never without music – she was a true child of Rock ‘n Roll and this felt like a long waited call to come home. Her true home. The only home . Music …
She danced and the whole world got a new meaning in her mind. She sang – remembering every word, every tiny bead of memory hidden in the shells of those lyrics.
Darya listened to Drake DaBlazer – one of her all-time favorite rock vocalists scream the lines of “Flaming Hearts” and she remembered how this legendary song was created. How Drake cried when his first girlfriend disappeared on him without leaving a note. Later, they found out that something had happened to her family and young 18yearold Drake believed that flames united their hearts forever. Drinking beer in their storage center, which was also their rehearsal place, could they ever imagine that years later thousands of people would still cry listening to this song, would sing in chorus with Drake – now a middle aged man with wrinkles and old style makeup. Would Darya imagine that she would be at their anniversary concert remembering the moment this song was born?
“Man, who is going to listen to you whining about your ex? Rock is about power, bro…” She remembered the boys teasing poor heartbroken Drake.
Back then, as she sat holding Jay’s hand, she could never imagine that the day would come and her heart would also be broken, yet no songs would be born out of that sadness, no flames would keep her love aflame.
Darya let her body get lost in music. She let herself fly and all the shadows of past were forgotten, every trouble creeping inside her tiny dark heart was nonexistent for a moment. The true self of her was out dancing with her hands spread around, shaking her head and sending her long hair flying – like hundreds of tongues of flames.
“Damn, this is big. Do you think we can make our sound heard in this studio?” the voice of then 17yearold Sid whispered in Darya’s mind. They were waiting for their turn to audition at “Rock-hard Records,” a label that was looking for new talent. None of their bands had success on that day, but they were so young and so full of hope.
“Get used to it, bro. This studio was crap though, we’ll be playing in stadiums real soon, trust me I can feel it in my guts.” Jay was always good with encouragement.
Sometimes Darya thought their band as well as DaBlazers would have given up long before their first success if not for Jay and the constant inspiration he spread around.
Sid’s guitar roared like a wild beast now – not afraid of any studio or stadium size. He was the most adored member of the band having thousands of girls write his name on their t-shirts and flash some of their sweet parts for him at the gig. He was the same Sid, just with a strand of silvery gray hair highlighted in his long dark hair.
Kids and teenagers cheered and sang every lyric of every song as did the older fans. Darya was surprised to see so many fans from older generations. Those who grew up with us, she smiled at the thought, but it was a sad smile. She could remember some of their most devoted fans from the times back in the 90s, they were like family to them driving across the country from state to state to follow their tour bus and attend every single concert they played. Would any of them even remember my music now? Probably not. She had refused to listen to any of her music for more than eighteen years now. Why
In less than an hour.
Their tickets will be sold out, no doubt. Yet, the sudden desire to be there among the thousands of fans, to be inside the sea of the thousands of hands that would wave at her friends felt as necessary as air to her – maybe even more. She could live with no air, but never without music – she was a true child of Rock ‘n Roll and this felt like a long waited call to come home. Her true home. The only home . Music …
She danced and the whole world got a new meaning in her mind. She sang – remembering every word, every tiny bead of memory hidden in the shells of those lyrics.
Darya listened to Drake DaBlazer – one of her all-time favorite rock vocalists scream the lines of “Flaming Hearts” and she remembered how this legendary song was created. How Drake cried when his first girlfriend disappeared on him without leaving a note. Later, they found out that something had happened to her family and young 18yearold Drake believed that flames united their hearts forever. Drinking beer in their storage center, which was also their rehearsal place, could they ever imagine that years later thousands of people would still cry listening to this song, would sing in chorus with Drake – now a middle aged man with wrinkles and old style makeup. Would Darya imagine that she would be at their anniversary concert remembering the moment this song was born?
“Man, who is going to listen to you whining about your ex? Rock is about power, bro…” She remembered the boys teasing poor heartbroken Drake.
Back then, as she sat holding Jay’s hand, she could never imagine that the day would come and her heart would also be broken, yet no songs would be born out of that sadness, no flames would keep her love aflame.
Darya let her body get lost in music. She let herself fly and all the shadows of past were forgotten, every trouble creeping inside her tiny dark heart was nonexistent for a moment. The true self of her was out dancing with her hands spread around, shaking her head and sending her long hair flying – like hundreds of tongues of flames.
“Damn, this is big. Do you think we can make our sound heard in this studio?” the voice of then 17yearold Sid whispered in Darya’s mind. They were waiting for their turn to audition at “Rock-hard Records,” a label that was looking for new talent. None of their bands had success on that day, but they were so young and so full of hope.
“Get used to it, bro. This studio was crap though, we’ll be playing in stadiums real soon, trust me I can feel it in my guts.” Jay was always good with encouragement.
Sometimes Darya thought their band as well as DaBlazers would have given up long before their first success if not for Jay and the constant inspiration he spread around.
Sid’s guitar roared like a wild beast now – not afraid of any studio or stadium size. He was the most adored member of the band having thousands of girls write his name on their t-shirts and flash some of their sweet parts for him at the gig. He was the same Sid, just with a strand of silvery gray hair highlighted in his long dark hair.
Kids and teenagers cheered and sang every lyric of every song as did the older fans. Darya was surprised to see so many fans from older generations. Those who grew up with us, she smiled at the thought, but it was a sad smile. She could remember some of their most devoted fans from the times back in the 90s, they were like family to them driving across the country from state to state to follow their tour bus and attend every single concert they played. Would any of them even remember my music now? Probably not. She had refused to listen to any of her music for more than eighteen years now. Why
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