“I’ll let you know how my composition goes. Whatever part you get, I know you’ll succeed.” I told her. “I got to get back to scoring my piece now.”
“Sure. Thanks, Yasmina.” Darina waved goodbye as I went back to my dorm room facing empty bars of sheet music. I went to my cello and started playing those notes with my bow.
I had to augment all the notes while making sure I make no mistakes whether they are major or minor. The chords that become the cornerstone of this piece need to be dynamic.
Just my cello and I were trying to diminish the devil’s chords that flooded my nerves.
May the timbre calm my soul…