TITLE: IN SYNCH
Mom’s voice cuts deep, like a razor-sharp skate blade. “Melody,” she says, her pencil tapping the edge of the piano bench. “You need to count the rhythm. It’s one-and-two-and-three-and-four-and.”
I drop my hands onto my lap. “I was counting.”
“Not carefully enough. Now let’s try again, beginning at measure three.”
“One-and-two-and,” I say between clenched teeth, my fingers banging the keys.
Mom sighs. “Might as well stop. Pachelbel Canon is legato. You have to connect the notes, make them smooth.”
Smooth, I think. Like ice.
I start over, my fingers plunking while my mind spins around Civic Arena. I can almost feel the cool air whipping my ponytail as my skates glide across the slick surface.
“That’s it,” Mom says. “Feel the music.”
As I play a G major chord, I imagine myself in spiral position, leg held high, arms outstretched, my silver skate blade cutting a crisp outside edge.
“Keep going, Melody. Now you’re getting it.”
I smile. In my head I’m pushing into back crossovers, moving into a one-foot glide…
“Wow.” Mom nods as I play the final chord. “The notes weren’t perfect, but you finally put your heart into it.”
I sit there, staring at the boring black and white keys. “Can I be done now?”
Mom purses her lips and takes a deep breath, like a swimmer getting ready to dive underwater. Finally, she closes my lesson book. “All right, but you need to practice an extra ten minutes tomorrow.”