Music in My Heart: My Journey with Melody

I wish I’d chosen another song, but it’s too late now. I flash back to the afternoon at Big Momma’s, when Melody and I jammed at the piano with Dwayne, the song changing into something new as Melody kept singing and the rest of us followed her lead. I wonder if I can do that again. Can I create something new by myself?

There’s no time to think. Melody’s about to sing the last line, so I dive into the final bars and take a deep breath, and a big chance. I close my eyes and play from the heart, letting my fingers glide across the keys toward somewhere new instead of the finish, like they have a mind of their own. Is this what Ms. Stricker meant about making my song my own? The music swells, then I bring it down, closing with a few sweet notes.

When I turn, Melody is staring at me in wonder, jaw hanging open. Then the crowd bursts into applause. Pride surges through me. That was fun, really fun!

There are more people on the lawn than before, likely drawn by our music. Two of the Miss Sepia contestants stand in front of the stage, cheering loudly. I feel beautiful right now too, without a fancy hairdo or a pretty dress. I just need to let my talent shine.

Melody must feel the same way. Her face glows as she gestures me toward the microphone to take a bow with her and Val. As I stand, I realize something, thanks to Melody and her family, next time I can’t find a song that speaks to me, I make one of my own.