Sunday, March 3, 2013

A Boy Named Adam


Have you heard of the boy named Adam?  He is known as a rascal in this town—always doing what he wants, always known as the “tough guy,” always covered in dirt.  He spends a lot of his time “stealing” apples from old man Quinton; Adam always smells like apples and grass.  Old man Quinton hates when people come onto his property, but makes an exception for Adam to feast on the apple tree he hasn’t used since his beloved Anna Marie died of breast cancer.  Old man Quinton would never admit it, but Adam has become a blessing in his life.  The silver lining he needed to recover from the tragedy of his wife’s death.  He taught Adam how to fish, how to tie knots, and how to whittle wood.

 

His blonde hair is always a tousled mess, tangled and dirty.  His clothes are stained more often than not and are often being mended by his mother.  His skin is covered in a layer of dirt and grime, and his boots are always caked in mud.  Adam loves to roll around in the grass with his dogs, and they often go down to the river to catch toads—the river is surrounded by mud and tall grass—where Adam gets the dirtiest.  His mother has a very difficult time trying to keep him clean, especially on Sundays when Grandma Karen comes to visit for chicken and potatoes.  Grandma Karen disapproves of Adam’s lifestyle, and is actively against his lack of hygiene.  Adam’s mother tries to keep him clean at least when her mother is around, but secretly she finds his playful banter amusing and nostalgic.

 

His school days are precious and he loves to learn.  His teachers have become comfortable with the fact that no matter how clean he is in the morning, he will always get dirty over the course of the day.  He makes an effort to stay a little presentable for one specific someone in his class, though.  Her name is Amelia, and he thinks she is the most beautiful girl he has ever seen.  Her dark brown natural curls that hang loosely over her shoulders always shine when they play together during recess.  Amelia is the gentle side of Adam; she shows him how to pick flowers without crushing them, points out the cloud shapes in the sky, and what it means to be “friends.”  Amelia is Adam’s only human friend, aside from his mother.

 

There is one person lacking from Adam’s life though.  When he was just barely three years old, his father walked out on him and his mother.  He deserted Adam and his mother because he simply “did not love them anymore.”  Adam barely remembers anything of his father, only that he was never really a nice person.  For now he simply accepts the fact that his father hasn’t been there for his mother, and tries to make it his job that she is cared for.  He spends his evenings reading, playing games, making dinner, and singing songs with his mother—doing the job his father never did.

 

Adam may be a rascal, and he may spend more time being dirty than being clean.  But he has a soft side that he reserves for the special people in his life.

Let me know what you think!
Lot's of Love,
Meg

P.S. I'm going to start blogging more often cause I spend so much of my time looking at other blogs rather than blogging on my own!  Hahaha

Thursday, January 10, 2013

Hey folks!  So coolness news, Houston Girls Chorus split up in two!  15 girls to each choir, and I got into the more advanced group! And the director gave us a hint of what we'll be singing-oh my goodness, it's gorgeous!

Anyway, I'm posting a new poem today.  And come February, I'm going to blog every day-I promise.  I'm going to do what is called the "30 day song challenge."  You'll just have to wait and see what it is!  Mwa haa haa!

This poem is called The Lady and the Train (I had a great picture to put with it, but this new blogger layout is not working)



There is a woman.

A woman who sits alone.

Every day with her burgundy suitcase,

She waits for the train’s drone.

 

No one asks for her ticket,

No one asks for her name,

She is simply another in the crowd,

Yet every day it is the same.

 

She carries a small journal

Writing the days away,

She never looks up, just writes

And no one asks, “What does it say?”

 

On a stormy day, she was still there

No train departed for fear of the weather.

She finished the journal this day,

And stood with a smile as faint as a feather.

 

She was asked by a man,

“You leave today, madam?”

“That is correct, sir,” she replied

“There is no train, no rhythm.”

 

She smiled, “You don’t need to know,

Where you shall end up in life,

For it is how you get there that matters,

And what you do once you arrive.”

 

She walked off into the rain,

She disappeared into the ghastly weather.

She was forgotten,
The wise and lovely author.



Until next time!
Meg

Monday, December 31, 2012

New Year

Well, it's that time of the year again.  Tomorrow will be the start of a new year, and hopefully 2013 will be better than 2012. 

Let's see...this year...

Since the beginning of 2012, I have...


Gotten a new piercing.
Dyed my hair.

Ended a relationship.
Started a new relationship.
Been on a long car journey.
Passed an exam.
Cried on someone’s shoulder.
Had a massive fight with a boyfriend/girlfriend.
Received flowers.
Had a Valentine.
Written a letter using pen and paper.
Gone to see a therapist.
Been prescribed medication by a doctor.
Read a really good book.
Gone to the zoo.
Spent too much money on unnecessary things.
Traveled by train.
Cried over someone.
Spent a day out in the sun getting a tan.
Slammed a door out of frustration.
Had an anxiety attack.
Had a BBQ.
Gone to the fair.
Gone bowling.
Seen a film at the cinema in 3D.
Gone on a date.
Been the only sober one on a night out.
Helped someone home after they’d had too much to drink.
Stayed up all night.
Talked on the phone for over 2 hours.
Supported someone who’d received bad news.
Watched some kind of live sporting event.
Read an entire book in one day.
Bought a DVD the day it was released.
Eaten McDonald’s more than four times in a single week.
Cried as a result of exam stress.
Met some incredible new people.
Fallen backwards off a chair.
Broken my glasses.
Cried over someone in my past.
Spent hours aimlessly browsing the internet.
Thrown up.
Cried over a film.
Gone out of my way to avoid an ex-significant other.
Fought with someone in (semi)public.
Been in a relationship for a year or longer.
Visited a foreign country.


Yup, and that has been my year.

It's been a rather evntful year.  Made some new friends, went a few places, made a long forgotten childhood wish come true, new discoveries, some realizations, discovering new feelings, had my heart broken a few times, and had a few real smile moments.

Also, guess what I saw this weekend! 

Oh my goodness, Les Miserables is AMAZING! 

The only thing I didn't "like" about it was Russel Crowe.  It sounded like he was singing one note the whole time, except when he did Stars.  He did a pretty good job of Stars, but it could have been much deeper, more emotional.  He just kept the whole eyebrows raised, sad eyes, open mouthed expression.  His eyes didn't really...shall we say...portray the feelings of the song.  He sang it nicely, but not as best as it should have been.

Holy crap, Hugh Jackman!  WHAT. A. MAN!  WHAT. AN. ACTOR!  He was OUTSTANDING!  His eyes!  Oh my gosh.  His EYES!  He portrayed so much emotion, his voice, his breath, his face!  He was AMAZING!  He better win an award of some sort.

Same for Anne Hathaway.  She did a beautiful job of Fantine.  My goodness, she did such a lovely job.  What I loved was how they sang live.  That was gorgeous, if you don't know what I mean by that... Les Miserables Sound Mixing/Editing

And on that topic, the close ups on the actors/actresses and the whole singing live really made all the difference.  During "I Dreamed A Dream" Anne's nose started running, and you could just see that she really meant it.  And then at the end of that video, Eddie Redmayne singing Empty Chairs at Empty Tables, look at his eyes, and hear the shake in his voice...how beautiful is that?  Oh my gosh, it was so amazing!

I have to say that I wanted to see more of Cosette, she seemed to have little to no part in it, but I loved her voice.  It was pure, lovely, and just plain beautiful. 

Eponine, oh, Eponine.  Her story, my goodness.  Her song!  I love the song "On My Own," even playing it on the piano lately.  It's so gorgeous!  So sad!  It makes me cry!  The songs that make me cry are On My Own, Empty Chairs At Empty Tables, A Little Fall of Rain, Red and Black, I Dreamed A Dream, and then the final song.  I'd say that Les Miserables is now one of my biggest favorites--but I don't really have a particular favorite.  Wicked, Les Mis, The Secret Garden, The Music Man, and Phantom of the Opera.  Those are definitely my favorites.

Well, I guess that's all until the next time.  I'm working on a piano song and will hopefully record my playing it the next time I'm home alone (can't do it with the little ones wandering about).  I'm also brewing a new poem, the idea is there and the words will come eventually.  :)

Until the new year, my friends.

Meg

Friday, December 7, 2012

Star


So quick update before I put the poem out, HGC sang at the Houston Ballet Nutcracker over Thanksgiving.  Oh my gosh, the experience is without words.  We were in the orchestra pit--right behind the harpist (who was a very nice lady. might I add).  Such a magical experience, there were actually a few girls who were saying in a bored voice "Oh, ya, that was fun-we should do it again." And I'm thinking, "YOU!  YOU THERE!  GOOO!  IF YOU CAN'T APPRECIATE HOW AMAZING THIS IS, THEN LEEEAAAVE!"

When I was little I had a sort of dream to be in the Nutcracker, but I told myself that could never ever happen because I'm not a dancer, and I'm not a professional violinist, harpist, flutist, etc.  And I completely forgot about that dream until I was in the pit, watching the musicians,  the conducter, and the dancers...I took a deep breath, closed my eyes, thanked God, and before I evem thought of opening them I realized something.  I could "see" the music, the magic, the dancing, the story, and the audience with my ears.  I could see each face that was watching.  I could see how much emotion was put into the roles, and I could see the musicians moving their bows, taking breaths, trilling their fingers, and all the while my eyes were closed.  I saw everything around me, but with my ears--and not just my ears, but I could feel it in my heart and soul "This is where you are meant to be, and this is exactly the kind of magic you've been looking for."

After the first time being in the pit, we went back to the rehearsal room and I sat there clenching my pencil, clicking it over and over again, and tapping my feet--I was so excited.  And to be quite honest, I wasn't even nervous.  I was so excited to be in that pit, and I was so excited to have this childhood dream come true.  What makes it amazing is not knowing who is in the audiece.  Later in the day, I found out that one of my best friends was in the audience that day with her mom and sister.

On the first performance, my mom chaperoned with us and on the way home, both she and I were so excited.  My exact words, "I feel like running a marathon!  I feel like turning cartwheels in the mall!  I feel like grabbing some random guy off the street and kissing him! Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious!"  You should have seen my mom's face, it was hysterical!


Anyway, I just had to share that amazing experience.  I don't have a whole lot of happy times these days, but Nutcracker really changed something in me.  My drive, push, and love for theater and being onstage singing at the top of my lungs has heightened by a million.

Okay, that being said, I wrote a new poem.  At Wortham Center (where we did Nutcracker), there are little gold stars along the walls, mezzanine, and the balcony.  I had a little thought too, and I just had to write it down.


Fluttering like a feather,

It seeps through every part,

It digs further and further

Until it reaches my blackened heart.



Riding a star through the clouds,

I am accompanied by stars,

Flying miles off the ground,

This night is ours.

 

It’s over as soon as it begins,

I danced in the winter sky,

The warmth still on my skin

From a million burning fireflies.

 

A star replaces my heart,

I am a new person,

A new work of art.

My soul is now awakened.
 
 
 
Please critique, make suggestions, etc. 
 
Also I can take topic requests for poems and stories.  Let me know! :)
 
Lot's of love,
Meg

 
 
 
 
 

Sunday, November 11, 2012

Stories

I wrote this the other day, and jut wanted to put it out there.  Feedback, okay?





We all have a story,

We all have a battle,

The battle of our life history

The good lord knew we could handle.

 

Our stories are private,

They are unique,

It’s just a simple facet,

That is remembered as ‘bleak.’

 

My story involves heartache and pain,

Yours may involve much worse,

It could involve hunger and strain,

Or it could involve guilt and remorse.

 

Everyone has a story to hide,

A reason their hearts hurt so,

A fight to fight,

While wishing it had ended long ago.

 

It could linger on your shoulder,

It could hide in your eyes,

Or it may be growing bigger

With each hurtful goodbye.

 

 

A story that isn’t open book

For the whole world to view.

It is for your eyes to look,

Maybe another person, too.

 

Yours and yours alone,

Something no one has seen

Meant for you, it’s your very own.

Something you never could have foreseen.

 

It starts when you feel a pain

It swells into something you’ve never known,

A feeling that comes again and again.

That feeling of being all alone.

 

I hurt myself, you may too

We have our own comforts,

Separating me from you.

Something that we always avert.

 

We all have a story we’ll never tell,

Maybe a mistake or traumatic tale

Of how we made it through the hell

Of life, and how you made it through that veil.

 

But there’s going to be one person

That will hold you,

And through every action,

Will go crazy and love you, because you’re you.

Wednesday, September 19, 2012

Guess what!

Sorry to get back so late to you guys!

Guess what!


I got into the Houston Girls Chorus!


My mom called me and said "Hey, guess what!  Dear Megan,
Congratulations – you have been accepted as a member of this year’s Houston Girls Chorus!"  I turned a few crappy cartwheels that day, even hit a wall and bruised my ankle (hahaha).  :D



We had our first rehearsal on Sunday and, oh my goodness,  they are so nice, so talanted, and just plain amazing!

The older girls who have been training a lot longer than me are a little intimidating because of their talent, but it's still SOOO much fun!  I all ready made a new friend who is also homeschooled!  :D

Okay, I know I promised to post a video of me singing the songs from my audition, but at the moment I haven't gotten the oppurtinity to do so--the little ones come knocking on my door when I try to record myself.  -_-  As soon as I get the chance to record myself, I promise that I will post it.  If I don't, you're more than welcome to remind me!  XD

So the side stuff HGC will be doing sounds AMAZING!  We're literally going to be touring Galveston, and performing at the same time!  And when we perform at the nutcracker, we'll be IN THE ORCHESTRA PIT!  Right there, front and center, in front of EVERYONE!  :D :D :D :D

It's so amazing, I can not wait to continue in it.  :D

Oh, and side thing.  I'm performing at my church talent show with my voice teacher, her husband, my mom, and a few people in our church choir.  I'm going to have my friend record us with my camera so I can post the video.  It's a great arrangement of the song "How Can I Keep From Singing?"  It's so fun.  ^_^


All for now, folks!  Will get back to you as soon as I can.  :D

Meg

Sunday, September 2, 2012

Awesome news!

Wow, long time no blog.  Sorry, my life has been ridiculously busy since June. 

Okay, so I have the best news ever!

Guess who has an audition to be in the Houston Girls Chorus on September 8th? 

Have you guessed yet?  Correct!  Moi! 

I am super, super excited.  The Chorus has 2 major performances a year, and another performance at the Nutcracker Houston Ballet!  How cool is that?!  :D

I will be singing 2 songs for my audition.  One is an Italian piece, and the other is a Broadway selection.

First song:

Se tu m'ami

Second Song:
How Could I Ever Know - The Secret Garden


Wish me luck! 

:D

Meg