TITLE: IN SYNCH
GENRE: MG (Realistic, Contemporary)
Melody dreams of trying out for the synchronized ice skating team. But her mom is forcing her to take piano lessons, instead.
I fake my way to the merciful final chord- E, C, G, which somehow dredges from the depths of my frozen brain. My skirt sticks to the back of my knees as I stand up and fly off the stage, ignoring the ripple of polite applause and completely forgetting to curtsy as I bolt down the steps past the cookie and punch table. A whoosh of warm air greets me as I lunge toward the bathroom.
"Melody!" Mom's voice punctures the air as I tug at the heavy restroom door.
"Leave me alone!"
But she's already inside, leaning against the sink, one hand planted against her hip. "What happened out there? You totally forgot the whole forte section."
I swallow the throw up taste that's worked its way to the back of my throat. "I was doing okay until you started tapping your pen."
Mom's eyes drop to the floor, like maybe she gets it's not totally my fault. "Piano lessons at Eastridge cost a pretty penny," she says after a minute. "I don't appreciate you taking them lightly. When I was your age."
"I'm not you. Why don't you just save your money and let me do something I want for a change?"
Mom's face splotches like she has measles. "Melody Christine. Enough with the back talk. You just need to start concentrating more. Maybe up the practice sessions ten minutes or so. I know you can do it, if you would just learn some good old fashioned discipline. Any wonder things turned out the way they did today, with you gallivanting off to the ice rink and to Sophie's house the other night."
"That was for school!"
Mom shakes her pointer finger. "You know what I mean. And stop yelling, for heaven's sake. Somebody might hear."