Post by Tamika Dombrovski on Jan 18, 2008 20:20:15 GMT
The bell rang loudly through the school to signal the end of the days lessons. There were mixed reactions in the music classroom. Groans from those enjoying themselves, confused mumbles coming from those that had fallen asleep. After a couple of minutes the majority of the students had finished packing up and were nearing the door.
“Well class, I shall see you on Monday. Try to practice your music over the weekend, oui?” The young music teacher said enthusiastically. “Ah, Miss Dombrovski, can I see you for a few minutes?”
Tamika looked happily over from her desk. Slinging the shoulder bag over her shoulder and lifting the folder of sheet music Tamika walked over to the teachers desk.
“Yes, miss?”
“Hang on until the rest of them have left,” Ms. Vartan smiled. After a few minutes they were on their own.
“So is anything wrong, miss?”
“Oh no! Of course not, Tamika. Now, I’m trying to find someone to sing part of a song solo, so I’ve been asking a few girls from the choir and was wondering if you’d be interested in trying?”
“Of course Miss Vartan! What song?”
“Well, have you ever heard of a French singer named Edith Piaf?”
“Yes! I love her voice!”
“Well, her song L'accordeoniste. I thought it might be a nice song to do. The verse starting with ‘Elle écoute la java’ will be the solo piece,” the teacher explained, looking through some sheets. “Now, here are the lyrics, would you fancy giving it a bit of a go now or do you need to familiarise yourself with the lyrics?”
Tamika took the sheet from her teacher and looked over the highlighted words, “No, I’m good.”
“Ok, well start from ‘Ça lui rentre’.”
Ms Vartan then began to play the verse on the piano, and nodded at Tamika when to come in.
” Ça lui rentre dans la peau
Par le bas, par le haut
Elle a envie de chanter
C'est physique
Tout son être est tendu
Son souffle est suspendu
C'est une vraie tordue de la musique”
“Oh well done!” The teacher clapped when she finished the outro on the piano. Tamika blushed and said a small thanks, tucking the lyrics sheet into the folder with the rest of her sheet music. “We shall give it another go on Monday, oui? Au revoir Tamika.”
“Au revoir, madame,” Tamika waved from the classroom door, heading into the hallway softly humming the song to herself. As she swayed up the hall dancing she bumped into someone, sending her sheet music into a heap on the floor.
“Oh! Pardon moi, madame!” She apologised, kneeling on the floor picking the scattered pieces of paper up. After gathering the sheets Tamika looked at the girl she had knocked into.
"Will!" She shrieked, placing the music into her bag and hugging her friend, "How are you?! Oh wait, sorry, have loads of people been asking?" She frowned.
“Well class, I shall see you on Monday. Try to practice your music over the weekend, oui?” The young music teacher said enthusiastically. “Ah, Miss Dombrovski, can I see you for a few minutes?”
Tamika looked happily over from her desk. Slinging the shoulder bag over her shoulder and lifting the folder of sheet music Tamika walked over to the teachers desk.
“Yes, miss?”
“Hang on until the rest of them have left,” Ms. Vartan smiled. After a few minutes they were on their own.
“So is anything wrong, miss?”
“Oh no! Of course not, Tamika. Now, I’m trying to find someone to sing part of a song solo, so I’ve been asking a few girls from the choir and was wondering if you’d be interested in trying?”
“Of course Miss Vartan! What song?”
“Well, have you ever heard of a French singer named Edith Piaf?”
“Yes! I love her voice!”
“Well, her song L'accordeoniste. I thought it might be a nice song to do. The verse starting with ‘Elle écoute la java’ will be the solo piece,” the teacher explained, looking through some sheets. “Now, here are the lyrics, would you fancy giving it a bit of a go now or do you need to familiarise yourself with the lyrics?”
Tamika took the sheet from her teacher and looked over the highlighted words, “No, I’m good.”
“Ok, well start from ‘Ça lui rentre’.”
Ms Vartan then began to play the verse on the piano, and nodded at Tamika when to come in.
” Ça lui rentre dans la peau
Par le bas, par le haut
Elle a envie de chanter
C'est physique
Tout son être est tendu
Son souffle est suspendu
C'est une vraie tordue de la musique”
“Oh well done!” The teacher clapped when she finished the outro on the piano. Tamika blushed and said a small thanks, tucking the lyrics sheet into the folder with the rest of her sheet music. “We shall give it another go on Monday, oui? Au revoir Tamika.”
“Au revoir, madame,” Tamika waved from the classroom door, heading into the hallway softly humming the song to herself. As she swayed up the hall dancing she bumped into someone, sending her sheet music into a heap on the floor.
“Oh! Pardon moi, madame!” She apologised, kneeling on the floor picking the scattered pieces of paper up. After gathering the sheets Tamika looked at the girl she had knocked into.
"Will!" She shrieked, placing the music into her bag and hugging her friend, "How are you?! Oh wait, sorry, have loads of people been asking?" She frowned.
