Tone & Sound

#86 [Bab. a surprise]

When they reached the festival, they were greeted by Putis who suddenly ran towards Nada. Mila and Bedul also came after that. Bemuse. They chatted as applause was heard over and over. On the stage, a female jazz singer stood upright at the front with a flute in her hand. A piano accompaniment and several instruments were played after the woman blew out some piercing flute notes. Closing his eyes, the singer started humming the chanting song.

The audience applauded again. Countless times the sound of applause was heard. The entire performance of the great jazz musicians who filled the festival was indeed amazing. Three incredible days. It may never disappoint either. This summer jazz festival deserves a thumbs up. It's going very well. In addition, if there is one person who deserves to be rewarded for the entire festival, of course the person is Cikal. Although the festival involves a lot of people who deserve to be rewarded as well, but for one more small award, Cikal deserves it. Oh yes, just before the woman on the stage was performing, the host said after this the closing ceremony will end with the last appearance of a maestro, the best organist, or what he called it earlier. Tone of a little laugh hearing that. It is certain that the person in question the host is Cikal.

"But later in Jakarta, Mila can meet with sister again, right?" Mila asked slowly. Wiggling Nada's hand. His face was hopeful.

In between the sound of applause from the audience, between the gloomy weather and the joy of jazz instruments this evening, Mila repeatedly discussed what would happen after the festival, will they meet again, and so on and so forth. For Mila, although the meeting with Kak Nada was very short, not much time spent together, but it was very valuable. Somehow a child as small as Mila can really appreciate a meeting.

The tone is definitely nodding. Promise Mila that when they are in Jakarta they will spend more time. Mila smiled cheerfully. Showing her beautiful white teeth.

Then after that, Mila and Bedul said goodbye. Mila's mother came to pick them up. Mama Mila said tonight they have to go back to Jakarta. Sudden business. After all, Mama Mila also said it was enough for them to spend three days in Banda Neira even though the festival had not really finished. All the spectators applauded. Spotlight stage lights moving in all directions. Colorfully. Mila, his mother, and Bedul left. Tone glancing Sound.

I don't know what the surprise expert has prepared. For a moment Nada thought about her next surprise. He can't guess it yet. But whatever the surprise, the shape, it doesn't matter. Because for Nada, like what Beep said this morning through a video call, everything that happened, which they passed together was enough to make this day very special for Nada. Smiling tone is centile. Now the sound is holding his hand.

Ten minutes later the audience cheered. The jazz singer on stage finished the last part of the song. Say a few words like thank you and see you later. Then followed by a salute and footsteps down from the stage. Tone glanced at Sound then noticed around. His eyes blinked. Since then, he has not seen Mira here.

"Nan," Tone's voice was heard calling. Seems.

"It looks like it's backstage, Lea."

Confused tone. Backstage at all?

The voice of the host was heard greeting from on stage. Breaking atmosphere. Delivering a few sentences of signs that the festival has reached the end of the event. Thank you very much and hope to see you again. At the end of the sentence, the name is mentioned. Tone staring at the stage. The floodlight formation thrust out into the sky. Large televisions on stage also lit up, showing one by one the faces of band members already in their respective places, holding the instruments they were about to play. All the spectators give applause.

The big television was back in the other direction. This time, Cikal's face was clearly seen on stage. Stepping elegant and saying nothing, Cikal immediately sat on the bench of his organ. The sound of the violin, strings, slowly sounded after that. Accompany. A strong gust of wind also suddenly came when Cikal began to touch his organ keys. There are at least 35 keys filling alternately.

Tone of focus see Cikal. Amazed. It's exquisite. Even the spectators were equally amazed. Cikal's appearance was like drugging them. But the difference is, only Nada knows the rhythms. The same song he first saw at Cikal's show at New Hall a year ago. Cikal created it himself. Who walked fast at the beginning of the song, then slowly at the peak. Tada remembered Cikal had told him that the song meant hope.

Five minutes of walking very fast. Cikal completed his first appearance. All the spectators were still with the same expression. Even a few minutes later as the second and third songs were played, the sound of applause sounded louder than ever before. Cikal is one of the best. The last performance of the best organ players, everyone at the festival was lucky to have the chance to see it.

Wide smiling tone. Besides being lucky to be able to witness Cikal's last performance, Nada thought he was also lucky to have become a student of the best organ player Amsterdam. Yeah, even if it's only been a year. After the festival, Cikal decided to retire. But clearly, with such a short time Nada had already learned many things from him. Like how to play one-two rhythms of jazz songs sincerely. And from Cikal also Nada learned that music is not only about good or loud applause, but also about peace.

The audience applauded again. So festive. Their faces look very happy. Looks like Cikal has already finished his performance, it seems like the festival is over. From the stage, Cikal glanced at the sea of spectators before finally moving from the bench organ, taking the microphone, stepping forward to the stage.