“One good thing about music, when it hits you, you feel no pain.” -Bob Marley
After lunch, Mark starting putting each piece of the clarinet together, talking as he did so. He explained how the clarinet worked and what each hole did. Once the clarinet was put together, he let her hold it and told her how to put it in her mouth. After a few tries, she figured it out.
Then, he told her to blow. The first few times were just squeaks until she discovered how to do blow correctly. Mark moved her fingers over the wholes to the note C. She got that one on the first try.
Then he did D. She had a little trouble, but she caught on quickly. She figured out E before Mark had the chance to show her. F was harder, though. It was just the finger on the back hole. She tried that note for a few minutes and got it.
They went through each note and then again. Until she had it down pat. He showed her some easy songs, such as London Bridge and Hot Cross Buns. And once she finally got the hang of it, she tried to make her own song. It turned out quite well.
She thanked Mark after a few hours of playing. He said, “No problem.”
They laughed at some funny songs she made up. She finally felt like she found her calling. It was music and she was happy.
When dinner came, she ate quickly and went back to the clarinet. She played until she was too tired. She realized her lower lip was throbbing, but Cameron was too happy to care. She had really good dreams that night.
In the morning, Mark was in her room changing her sheets, while she sat on the love seat by the bed playing the clarinet. He asked her a question that she missed hearing. So, she asked what he had said.
“You know, you’re really good at this. Almost better than me. How would you like to keep that clarinet?” Mark asked.
“I’d love that, but these are expensive. Wouldn’t you rather keep it?” Cameron said.
“It’s fine. I have two actually. I have a black one and a white one.” He said.
“Oh okay. Well, I’ll pay you back for it.” she insisted.
“I can’t let you do that.”
“But, I want to.”
“Okay, but I won’t accept it. You should know that now.”
“Oh fine. Whatever.”
He laughed, “It’s okay.”
When she was alone, later that day, she whispered to herself. “I’m blind, and I can play an instrument. This is cool.”
Then she went back to playing, as happily as could be.