Magical Truthsaying Bastard Shadesong (shadesong) wrote,
Magical Truthsaying Bastard Shadesong


Elayna, listening to "Drunken Sailor" as performed by Captain Tractor: "They come in a little late on the drums."

My daughter is musical.

She always has been. When we went to Disney for the first time, when she was 18 months old, I noticed that she swung her legs, tapped her feet, in perfect time to the bands. But it's really come out with the flute. She cannot get enough of that flute. She plays every day - not just at school, but at home. In her spare time, she plays flute instead of playing My Little Pony. (When she's not writing/drawing her stories.)

And when you hear the words "flute practice", you may associate that with dissonant screeching. But no. She's good. She's really good. "Linus and Lucy" was instantly recognizable from Day One.

In the DC miniseries "Identity Crisis", there's a scene where the villian Boomerang is reunited with his long-lost son and is teaching him to use a boomerang. These boomerangs are razor-sharp, and the son accidentally throws one right towards Boomerang's neck. And then intercepts it. Superspeed. And there's a look in Boomerang's eye as he says "Speed. My son has speed."

My daughter has music.

Understand - music is my blood and bone. But I can't make it. Percussion, yes. Other stuff, I've never done. It is not what I do. Writing is what I do, what naturally pours out of me.

And docorion said recently that people are a little in awe of writers. Of people who have story. I couldn't quite get that - I guess because I have story, so it isn't an exceptional thing to me.

But now I get it. Because my daughter has music.

She got it from Layne. The only pure thing he had, he passed along to her. And she makes it her own.

My daughter has music. :)
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