Jazz (wonderfulworld) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2009-05-19 14:28:00 |
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Entry tags: | jazz |
Who: Jazz and Beat Generation
Where: Central Park
When: Tuesday afternoon
Warnings/Rating: tbd
So far it had been a lovely day. Just the way Jazz liked it. Clear, calm, blue skies. Whatever children were already out of school were playing nearby. Some were strolling along, chatting away or else enjoying the scenery. And for Jazz it was all inspiration. It was all something off of which she would build her talents. Here, she could be at ease with herself, despite a recent realization that she would never be able to escape some of her past.
Not that she was trying. It was just… avoidable, for the time being. For now, she could sit in the park and sing for those passing by. She could strum almost lazily on her guitar. She could just… be. Yes, she was at ease here. The only expectations were from herself. To get the notes just right.
All the while, her eyes closed, she strummed away as she sang What a Wonderful World. Whether anyone stopped to listen, she didn’t know. She was too focused, too engulfed in the music. Right now, the only thing that truly mattered was the guitar break she had improvised.
After several bars, she began to sing again. Within a few minutes she had reached the last two lines.
And I think to myself .....what a wonderful world
Yes I think to myself .......what a wonderful world.
One final strum was made, her eyes opened slowly and she simply smiled down at her dear guitar. It had been so good to her. It wasn’t until she heard a few people clapping that she looked up and offered a smile. When they began on their way again, she began to strum idly, not playing anything in particular but just playing what she felt.