Legacies {Héctor}
Aug 11, 2018 22:03:14 GMT -5
Post by Rosa Rivera on Aug 11, 2018 22:03:14 GMT -5
The apartment being empty for the moment (well other than Papa Héctor figuring out the TV in the other room) was what inspired Rosa to settle down in her own and put serious effort into trying to see if she could actually get this new piece down.
Still...she would try to keep it quite and not disturb Papa Héctor either. She always made sure it wasn't to the level that neighbors would be bothered.
As far as Rosa knew, her great-great-grandfather hadn't ever heard her play.
It had all been just fixed stories (and some such rumor about where Miguel went that fateful holiday they lost him) but then Mama Imelda came back with him in the flesh...well bone...and she got to know this mysterious and much talked of, in both bad and then good, ancestor of hers as well.
He was far more encouraging about the violin than she expected him to be. Miguel was the other musician of the family, Rosa wouldn't argue that, but...well much like she knew her primo could hold his own in the shop if he tried, she apparently had the knack to learn the violin in a year!
She could read music a bit better than Miguel too, or she thought, in all her learning, but then he had been fully self taught.
Reading over the piece once more Rosa held down the appropriate strings for the appropriate note and tried that note only after the following one, just to make sure.
Good thing...it sort of jarred as her fingers slipped...
Clamping her other hand over the strings to still the noise, she gave a glance to the doorway, sort of hoping the other musician of the family hadn't heard that.
Alright...but she thought she knew what she'd done...
Setting to it again, Rosa tried once more and this time the note came out, well, right, she didn't know if she would say beautifully or not, just in over criticizing her own playing. She followed it out into the next string of notes even halfway through as she was and then looped back in to the beginning.
Yeah...alright, she had it! Rosa gave a secret sort of beam of pride of gaining a bit more success with a new piece and then noticed she'd gained a bit of an audience. Well, one.
"Oh sorry", Rosa smiled a bit sheepishly, "Did I drown out the TV? I can go into the lobby or something". It was possible that as a musician himself Papa Héctor hadn't minded, but Rosa wanted to play it safe.
<<Ambitiously trying to find a sample turned too hard >>
Still...she would try to keep it quite and not disturb Papa Héctor either. She always made sure it wasn't to the level that neighbors would be bothered.
As far as Rosa knew, her great-great-grandfather hadn't ever heard her play.
It had all been just fixed stories (and some such rumor about where Miguel went that fateful holiday they lost him) but then Mama Imelda came back with him in the flesh...well bone...and she got to know this mysterious and much talked of, in both bad and then good, ancestor of hers as well.
He was far more encouraging about the violin than she expected him to be. Miguel was the other musician of the family, Rosa wouldn't argue that, but...well much like she knew her primo could hold his own in the shop if he tried, she apparently had the knack to learn the violin in a year!
She could read music a bit better than Miguel too, or she thought, in all her learning, but then he had been fully self taught.
Reading over the piece once more Rosa held down the appropriate strings for the appropriate note and tried that note only after the following one, just to make sure.
Good thing...it sort of jarred as her fingers slipped...
Clamping her other hand over the strings to still the noise, she gave a glance to the doorway, sort of hoping the other musician of the family hadn't heard that.
Alright...but she thought she knew what she'd done...
Setting to it again, Rosa tried once more and this time the note came out, well, right, she didn't know if she would say beautifully or not, just in over criticizing her own playing. She followed it out into the next string of notes even halfway through as she was and then looped back in to the beginning.
Yeah...alright, she had it! Rosa gave a secret sort of beam of pride of gaining a bit more success with a new piece and then noticed she'd gained a bit of an audience. Well, one.
"Oh sorry", Rosa smiled a bit sheepishly, "Did I drown out the TV? I can go into the lobby or something". It was possible that as a musician himself Papa Héctor hadn't minded, but Rosa wanted to play it safe.
<<Ambitiously trying to find a sample turned too hard >>