Hello readers! Sorry but I have not finished the third book in the Apollo series so I will share with you a little story of mine that I have been writing. It is a simple story about a traveling musician and a Native American. From the view point of the musician. This is part one.
Life as a musician is not as carefree as you’d think. People don’t take you seriously, they laugh at you, beat you up, and take your money. My life was spent on the streets of London, born from dreams and ruined by reality. So when the sailors offered me a free ticket to the new world, what could I say but yes? What I didn’t know was that they meant I would be allowed to join their expedition in exchange for being a cabin boy on the ship.
As we sailed the seas, I was left with the unfortunate ailment of seasickness. Throwing up in the bucket did not help the mopping of the decks. When I got off I realized that I had left my instrument on board, but again things were not in my favor and I was not allowed on board. I had to build my own! I was one of the first people here though so I had a good pick of land. It was large but on it lived a huge group of, well I think they’re Indians. I guess they are since we don’t have another name for them ever since the new world was discovered. I’ve heard terrible stories about them hurting settlers with weapons like clubs and spears and… and axes! I thought my luck, however much I had to begin with, ran out! But then I met you.
Since the villagers in other towns taught you English you understood me and welcomed me. Thank you” James stood and bowed politely. His sandy hair damp and freshly washed, splattered water on the crackling fire. His hosts had given him a pair of buckskin pants and a fur shirt as an act of good will. He went to leave when the chief of the village spoke.
“You’re so very welcome, young man! We were glad to have you.” He grinned and added “But you said you are a musician, right friend? Why don’t you sing is a song before you go to sleep eh?”
“I… I’m not sure I can…”
“Well we do have your type of money if that’s what you need.”
“No! I’ll do it, it’s just that people don’t tend to like my music.”
A young man spoke “Who cares? We just want to hear you!”
A little girl smiled widely “Yeah! I bet you’re great anyway!”
James smiled with a little more confidence. He grabbed his instrument. A string instrument that was hit with a hammer to be played. “This is called: We will fly”
He closed his eyes, breathed in, and played. A soft melody flowed out into the room and echoed through the camp grounds. He accompanied it with gentle singing that grew in volume until the Queen of England could hear it.
What he sang caught the attention of a young woman, who sat near them making their feast for the night. She was elated when she heard they were having a guest. She was disappointed when she realized he would not be staying for dinner. Now her hopes lifted like the song this man played.
“A song of a man in love” he said, though he’d never experienced it himself.
This is what he sang:
“Do not cry my love
I can hear you now
Even if you’re down, I am here
I will never
Stronger than all the other girls
Brighter than the night sky
You can’t ever be
the one I hate in my life
This world is so lucky to
Have you in it
Will you be my wife?”
The last verse was yet to be sung and was so melodic and uplifting you could hear a collective sigh echoing throughout the entire forest when he finished.
“I know the stars shine on us
When you are here with me
Don’t ever lose hope
So we can go flying
Away from all our strife
So we can live”
With James’ conclusion came the brightest smile on his face and the largest waterfall everyone swears they saw, rushing from his eyes. The song that slurred together many notes for sometimes one and other times multiple words made James so emotional that he would pour his heart into the song. And. They. Loved it.
Thank you for reading! Hope you liked it, Rachel