Play your guitar Sophie
School Concert
But it didn't happen.
Band – band my school turned out to be quite good too even though there are one or two band groups whose vocalist voice is different from the basic tone with the music played. The field in the middle of the school is crowded with children – children who wear white uniforms ash – ash.
Friends – my classmate volunteered to be a sie. Security approved by OSIS. They closed the doors of the parking lot, closed the school gates so that no one could get out until installing a warning should not leave the place before the event is over. All that they did so that I wouldn't lose the audience when I performed later.
“Come his hands are all on top!!!” shouted a vocalist from a second-rate band. This child PD too. He jumped – jump with mike on his left hand
“Yo .. yo ... yo ... man. Say ho ...” We all loudly shouted “Hoooooooo,”
“Say ha ...” Then as commanded “Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa,”
All prancing – prancing is not due to the time the sun starts to rise, almost perpendicular to the head.
“Sophie !!! No need to join yell – scream. Your voice will be out !!!” said Diki loudly. I understand all the effort that friends – friends do for me. I won't let them down.
I walked to the corner of the school while I poked my hair because the air was getting hotter. At the gate I saw Dita and Sita were trying to prevent some girls and guys who wanted to be together. It seems that their efforts were quite successful even though the guy – girls who wanted to be reckless seemed to be complaining – grunts. I waved my hand at the two of them while shouting
“Trims well !!!!” simultaneously they made an OK sign from his hand.
I saw some girls start to limp and busy rubbing their shiny cheeks from sweat. But that doesn't mean the – prancing event together is over. Maybe – SMU kids like me have excessive energy and now is the most appropriate time to channel it.
Old – long, their originally high frame – low and old land – long they just wiggle their body. Even moments later, they seemed to not care what song and who was performing. If there is a vocalist who says “Where is his voice ?!!!” with spirit, lazy – lazy they yell “Yeeeeeee,” sekhenya, not how much spirit.
At the front gate began to look Dita and Sita who were getting busy preventing people from coming out.
“Need help?!” my yelling.
“You don't have to come here,” shouted Sita.
“Call aja guy – guy here !” tukas Dita's.
I went to the middle ground looking for Diki. “Dik, Dita Sita need help anyway. They need guys – guys,”
Not much to say, Diki uses the typical solidarity power of men to mobilize friends – friends who are guys until Dita and Sita can breathe a sigh of relief. I went back to the corner of the school and checked my guitar. Make sure all the strings sound correctly. Although not so big, but my heart started was – was.
“Two more groups Soph,” Nino coming to me. I realized I wasn't going to sing in Toebroek. There will be no Frans or Grandma to help me if I am in trouble. I got a stomachache and deg – was amazing. It feels better to do about Physics Mr. Rustam than having to sing in front of – friends of my other school friends. I can imagine, if my performance will be bad, – children from other classes will sneer at me as a person who does not know my own potential so embarrassing the name of the school.
“De !!!,” I called Dede who was sitting under a banyan tree while sipping an ice mambo, not paying attention to the band that was performing.
“I have an upset stomach,”
Dede widened his eyes. “Yah fast now,”
We both ran to the bathroom. “Should be fast. You are performing soon !”
I just stood in the bathroom not knowing what to do.
“Not Soph yet ?” dede's voice looked worried. I was confused as to what to answer. “Sophie ? You okay – what khan ?” I just shut up.
Dede was silent for a moment and then “Sophie !!! You don't have stomach pain. You want to avoid khan ?!”
Slowly – slowly I open the bathroom door with a pale face. “I'm so nervous,” I'm surprised to hear my voice vibrating.
Dede pulled my hand tight. He took me to look at Diki and the boys who were overheated and exhausted forbid – children who will leave school. Then Dede took me to some big posters that read “DILARANG OUT BEFORE THE SHOW FINISHED” which has been painstakingly made my friend – friends.
“Do you have the heart ?!” dede's eyes looked at me sharply. I nodded half-heartedly.
“Then you have to perform now.”
Dede and I walked backstage when the last band was performing without any attention from the audience. After the vocalist said “Thank you for all your attention. I love you,” no applause. It's my time. I took a deep breath. I set – slowly. Had Grandma been here, she would have given me a glass of a toebroek.
My hands were wet when I rubbed my guitar strings. I need a miracle. I need Grandma. I need Brother Frans….
“Sophie, don't daydream !” again – again Dede shouted from below the stage. I see the faces of my friends – one by one. I'm here for them. They've done a lot of things. They cannot be disappointed. But I can't make a sound.
“Come Sophie !!” Dita and Sita are encouraging. My voice was gone but my wet hand could still scream. I have to get out of this situation. There must be a miracle like Grandma and Frans made when they sang together until – until no eye ignored them.
I put my left finger on Em. I play Romance de Amor, which is very similar to a kind of dial tone in some of my friends' phones – friends. Fatigue – land, the audience who was originally indifferent or talking to themselves began to quietly pay attention to me. Their heads all looked up at me. My cold body started to feel warm. The blood that had originally stopped now flowed by the cleavage made me feel better.
Some people were seen taking out their phones. Maybe they want to check if the melody I'm playing is really – is the same as their dial tone or not. Next I saw their faces smiling a little. I've been at the end of the Romance de Amor and the last string, strings number 1, 2, 3 and 6 are picked at the same time. When I put my head up, I heard a loud applause. My body is getting warmer, so comfortable.
“The next song is special for my friend –,” I said softly. My hand corrected the position of mike slightly tilted to the left to fit the position of my mouth.
No longer have I seen the face murmur – murmurs or got tired of the blank stares when I played my guitar in Am and E7 as an intro. The miracle has happened. The magic created from the support of my – friends.
I sing You’ve got friend from Mc. Fly.
…
if the sky above you grow dark and full of clouds
and that old north wind begins to blow
keep your head together, and call my name out loud,
soon you’ll hear me knocking at your door.
…
“We sing the same – the same well,” I said still with guitar strumming. I got goosebumps and my eyes glazed – glass when we same – sing, same,
…
You just call out my name, and you know where I am,
I’ll come running to see you again
Winter, spring, summer or fall, all you have to do is call
And I’ll be there, yes I will
…
After G7 I move my left finger – finger to C as cover. No one applauded me when I stood up. As soon as I got off, that rumble I just heard. Some call – call my name “Sophie .. Sophie !!!” relieved taste. Under the stage is complete stand my – classmates with a proud face. They welcomed me like a hero. Nothing could have happened if not for them.
“If you want to come to Toebroek later tonight, you can get free tobroek from my Grandma,”
And that's how it became. Grandma and Brother Frans were excited to hear my story at school. Granny is happy to make a special tobroek for friends – my friend and means I have to wash more dirty cups. No problem, I like it.
And that night I opened my window again looking up at the sky. Played my guitar for a while and saw Hardin walking hastily – gesa beside the apple orchard. I'm happy, but I'm tired. I'm going to bed.
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