One, Two, Triple Heaven

Glenn:
-Allrighty... well... now that I just finished with my class, its time to get outta here... But hum... quite frankly, do I want to go home? I'm not in the mood to go home just yet. What should I do? I don't know that many people... except for a small group that play in the orchestra with me... Should I practice my instrument a little? Or do I want to read a little, take in the fresh air of spring, enjoy the silence of after hours school... Maybe I should go for a walk, or maybe just find a spot somewhere where I can lay down and catch the warming sun. Or better yet get a shake, or a burger.. I wonder whats going on around the school...

Nah, I think I'll practice some music, Ill head over to the small rooms by the music department... that'll do it. I'll take a left... I'll take a right... down the hallway, and out the door. Across the... What the? What's that...? Hey, I know those people, some of them are in my class.

"Oh, Hi! Hey guys?! And what are.. you guys doing?"

Helen:
'HI! We're dancing!! Wanna join in?'

Glenn:
-And I know her. I have only seen her a couple of times.. but Every single time that I have seen her, she's so nice, different and funny... I don't know what it is... but she has 'something' that just drives me crazy and magnetizes me.

"uh - No. Quite honestly, if there's anything that I havent been blessed with Helen.. is a little something called 'dancing rhythm'"

Helen:
'Oh, come on, darling, you're telling me you've never danced before?!!'

Glenn:
-I hate dancing.... but.... God, Woman... How I can I say no to you? I guess... I can play stupid and just hang out here for a while...

Helen:
'So?'

Glenn:
-Gulp

Helen:
'Its easy... Look I'm teaching them as well! Step by step'

Glenn:
-OK Glenn. They're playing Glenn Miller's "In The Mood"... My very first introduction to the world of Jazz was with Glenn Miller... 3 years ago... And I used to play this in my Jazz group, I love this stuff... But.. dance to this? This is NOT ME. Not only do I NOT dance but... heck, I've never even seen or heard of dancing to this stuff before. You gotta say no... Leave, go practice... But.. I guess....

"I think I'll just watch from afar, is that OK?"

Helen:
'yeah sure! And a one, and a two.. and a one and a two.... And guys remember that you have to...'(fade)

Glenn:
-Just look at how she moves. She dances as smoothly and effortlessly as... she... kinda reminds me of a bird... I mean, you know? Just how pretty they look when they turn and glide across the sky. Beautiful and graceful, weightless... that's how she dances. I didn't get the... dancing genes... If I try.. I know that I'll trip or step on her. Glenn... dont stare... appreciate her natural talent and desire to teach others... yess... ignore the fact that... her voice sounds so yummy too. Damn it!! I can't keep my eyes off her...

Helen:
'Come on Glenn, step in with us..! See how easy it is... and, a one and a two..' (she dances in front of him)

Glenn:
"No Thanks"

Helen:
'Come on'

Glenn:
-Noooo... noooo.. nooooo... noooooo.

Helen:
'U comin''

Glenn:
-Noooooo. (shakes head...)

Helen:
'just move your hips.'

Glenn:
-Nope

Helen:
'Just loosen up.'

Glenn:
-Nooooo..

Helen:
'Smile a little'

Glenn:
-Noooo---hoooo..

Helen:
'Shake a little'

Glenn:
-Noooouuuuuoooo...

Helen:
'Breathe a little.'

Glenn:
"No...."

-Oh, God, she's breaking me.

Helen:
'Come on, its OK'

Glenn:
"aaagghhh"

-She's pulling me into the dance floor... her hand feels so fluffy. mm.. She has pillow hands.. I will not be able to resist that.

Helen:
'did u see how I taught them? with your hand, you are going to pull me towards you.. you gotta create some TENSION and pull me to you.. then do the One-Two-Triple Step. then you are going to put your other hand on my hip... bring me close to you as we turn... and then, let me go. and then do it again.'

Glenn:
"Ok, I'll give it a try..."

-one. two. triple...what? whooops, there goes it.. there goes her foot.

"ummm."

Helen:
'its OK. dont worry. again. Like this.'

Glenn:
-one. two. triiiiiiiple... heaven.
-one. two. triiiiiiiiiple... heaven.
-one. two. triiiiiiiiiple... heaven
.
-WoW. i'm dancing. YES. IM.... DANCING!"

Helen:
'look up...now'

Glenn:
-Ok, time to look away from the good ol' feet but... do it Slowly... this time, take your time and trace your eyes along her curves... shell never notice...

My feet are... DANCING!!!

and... now I'm..
tracing her legs...
tracing her hip...
ok... her arms are extended towards mine,
we are holding hands -

kaaching'...

her shoulder.... and.. gulp... neck...
and whoa... look at those lips... she's smilin'...Ok..
and Nose... which finally blends in with...
damn... now, those are perfect eyes.
She's laughing. And She's Glowing.

kaaaching'....

yeah... I guess I aint that baaad, or am I?

Helen:
'See, I told you, you could do it'

Glenn:
"yeah, Thank you"

-Who is this creature with so much life and emanating beauty? Who is this person? I need to see her eyes again.. and not say...

"bye"

-Whats happening to me? What is... this.. feeling? don't go Glenn, you shouldnt go...

Helen:
"bye.."

Down The Other Trail

Down The Other Trail (this song is soo spooky, that it made me want to write something spooky... lets see if it works..)

Crunch, cranch, crick, crack..... in the middle of the night nothing could be seen... The moon was hiding behind some clouds; dry mountains, the semidesert bushes, were pitch dark. Only the footsteps could be heard of her(Shirley) and her boyfriend (Hank) and the wind that blew the bushes every so often.

Have you ever closed your eyes, and walked? It only takes a few steps until that feeling of desperation creeps up into the mind... of not knowing where you are, what you might trip on, or what tree you are going to hit.

Thats precisely how she felt. Hank led the way, walking in front, while holding her hand... he too felt this way, but he was trying to be strong for both of them. He was trying hard to protect her. She too, tried to be as quiet as she could, but she was getting short of breath from the fast walking. Her gasps were getting louder and louder, and the obstacles on the way led to constant bumps and scrapes and changes in direction.

They had been hiking earlier. Both had decided to take a romantic weekend camping just outside the city, in a not so well known state park. The spot was perfect, because they figured, if they had any problems-camping wise, just a mile down the trail was a motel... "their plan b."

Both were not the most of experienced campers. But both knew the basics. The tent, some beers, the flashlight, some late night snacks, poker cards, and a very warm sleeping bag.

They had started a fire, they had built the tent... and were enjoying themselves. Hmm... they brought those little smokies... and cheese... all they had to do was put them together in foil and warm them up by the fire... they also had brough the traditional chococale with marshmellows, among other goodies...

All was good until a sudden chill fell on them. They had been warned that the weather changes unpredictably. You see, they were located in a lake between two mountains, where breezes of air tunnels through them. The lake was melted ice from the previous winter's snow covered mountains, higher north of where they stayed... therefore, under the wrong conditions, the night could turn chilly.

They had decided, to go into the tent, as their fire would not able to warm them longer. They let the fire die down as they began to pack... when they were about to finish... and the campfire light dimmed, an odd sound caught their attention. They heard a scratching sound on the tree across from the tent.

Both, shocked, looked up and jumped in surprise to find that someone was staring at them. A little deer, whose eyes shined like two light bulbs when the flashlight was pointed towards it.

Both began to laugh nervously, because they had thought... well, that something else was there. Shirley shouted to the deer, "shooo!" "go away".. They waved and picked up sticks to scare it away... but the deer would not move. It kept staring at them...

The deer, keeping his eyes fixed on them turned his head towards the tree and stroked it again with his antlers slowly. He turned once again to stare at them with a soul-less expression, almost doll-like, flat and eerie. As Hank began to walk towards the animal and yell "GO AWAY", it ran and dissappeared into the trees. Well, they thought... not a big deal.. Hank said "lets go back to the tent"... Shirley replied "creepy."

Once inside, they pulled out their cards, and their ipods... they put music, and began to enjoy their company by telling stories and cracking jokes. Shirley suggested that she would feel better if they went to the motel. She still felt cold. Hank replied, 'ill warm you up, babe, don't worry." After kissing a few times, and after making love, both whispered to each other, I love you, then fell asleep.

As the evening passed and it got later into the night, the wind picked up further. It hit the tent from side to side. They could hear the roaring swish and swoosh. The sides of the tent, as well as the top dented inwards with each passing of the wind. Then, they began to hear a creaking sound. It became more constant and increasing in intensity. When they sat up, their tent violently shaked, and collapsed. One of the sides of the tent had torn open.

After a few seconds of silence... after making sure both were safe... they decided to leave and run back to the motel. The temperature had dropped significantly, and their romantic camping night had turned hellishly cold and chaotic in the past few hours. They would return in the morning to pick up the tent. Both left through the torn side of the tent.

The wind had died down, but it was freezing, it was completely dark, and they could only make out a few shapes here and there.

It hadnt been more than 5 minutes when they realized that they were not walking in the trail anymore.... it seemed that the trail either had filled with debris, making it un noticeable, or both had made a wrong turn.

Isolated, and unsure, but terribly cold, both decided to keep walking, as no matter what, both would find the highway which would lead them to the motel anyhow.

They eventually saw something approaching from afar. They could hear footsteps, and they could hear mumbling, and both were relieved that at least, they would have someone to ask directions for. They could not make out any words of their conversations, perhaps the forest was distorting the sounds. Hank and Shirley hid by some trees and waited. The crowd didn't seem to be aware of time or that it was freezing. When they got close enough, Hank gathered up the courage to speak.

"do you guys know the way to the motel?" he said, standing by the tree.

The crowd responded by yelling out of their lungs, which surprised hank, and made him step back. He went back to Shirley, and held her hand. The crowd dissappeared into the dark once again.

"What was that?" he asked Shirley. Shirley was spooked and said "I don't know, but I just want to get back home." "Well, at least seeing people makes me feel like we are getting closer to the motel, Shirley, come on."

They started to walk again, this time in the direction where the crowd had just left. Then, Hank held Shirley's hand and pulled on it running. "Wait Hank, Wait! I cant see, I can't see!!" Hank did not listen and pulled and ran with her, this was for a good 5 minutes. Their grip was loosening as he pulled on her, until their hands separated, and Shirley stopped, as Hank carried on. Shirley angered, and crying yelled. "STOOP HANK!!! STOP!!!!"

She was able to hear his footsteps running away from her (thud, thuuud, thud, thuud) but the sounds suddenly stopped with a thunderous shot from a rifle. BOOOM!!

"HANK!! HANK!! WHERE ARE YOU? sob"

"Im here babe!" He took her hand

They both ducked, and saw from a distance someone shooting their rifle. But it wasnt towards them. They were facing his back. Probably a hunter.

After a long silence.... they heard another... BOOOOOM!!! They both jerked at the sound of the firearm.

"Hank!" shirley stared at hank.
"Excuse me Sir!" said Hank.

"EXCUUUUUSE ME SIR!!!"

The hunter was not paying attention to them. He seemed to be focused at what he was doing. Hank approached the hunter and was within a few feet from him, when he heard once more another shot... BOOOM!! The hunter recharged his rifle.

EXXCUSE ME, as he touched the hunter's back, the hunter, startled turned and shrieked...

He shot at hank twice. boom, boom, hank fell to the ground, and the hunter terrified, left and ran away.

HANK!! Shirley screamed!! Hannk!

She ran to his side and wept and kept saying... "every thing will be allright, baby, everything will be ok, dont die on me. baby, please dont die on me."

"What happenned, asked Hank?" "Nothing baby."

Help!! she screamed... help!! they shot my hank!! Help!!!

She sat there, next to Hank, and held him close in her arms.

While she waited there, panicked and not knowing what to do... she began to hear footsteps again, from afar.

Sounded like two people. Four simultaneous footsteps were heard. She could make out a strong breath, coming out from at least one of the two persons that was coming towards them. thlump, thash, thosh thlemp... crick, crack.. thlump... thlash.. The sound was getting nearer, and nearer to the couple.

When she turned around, she saw a deer. It was tired, was grunting in pain. It kept walking towards them. She could see the steam that blew from the deer's mouth.
Worried that the animal was going to walk over them, she pulled Hank. "come on Hank, baby move." Hank, looked at her and moved effortlessly, and both got up.

"HANK!! YOU'RE OKAY!!" "Yeah, baby." She rushed her hands through his jacket and felt no holes, or blood, and he was not in pain. Relieved... she smiled and hugged him.

"I thought he had shot you!" she said, "yeah, me too!" replied hank.

The deer walked past them, and never gazed towards their direction, nor was it afraid of hank and shirley. He just gasped for air, and kept on his way straight ahead, until it dissappeared into the dark.

Both began to walk once again, but stopped after a few steps past the tree where the hunter had been shooting from. They saw a dead deer on the ground. Hank and Shirley looked at each other expressionless and returned to where Hank had been originally shot... and saw nothing.

They just held hands, and kept walking... until the daylight revealed what had happened to them.

If Someone Had Told Me

I really liked this song when I first heard it. I later realized that no one had put a cd version of this song, therefore I took the liberty to do so.

I wrote a little story to this song, and the video shows somewhat the story. The idea behind the story is... well... life after death.

The story is titled: "If Someone Had Told Me":

A man in his late 30's was on his way to a grocery store. He had just left his apartment. He was a guy who had lost hope on life. He had been dissappointed about many things that had taken place in his life. Slowly, he allowed the bits and pieces of everyday life, to chip him away. He was unemployed, his wife had left him, some of his children in jail, others he had lost touch with.

His routine was, whenever he got his social security income check, to visit whore-houses, the liquor store and your local crack dealer. That day, he had just gotten his checked cashed, and he had planned to buy liquor. As he went into an alley, he passed two men, who were smoking a few joints and talking. When he noticed that he was being followed, he got scared and turned back and forth. He walked quicker... he wanted to reach the major road. Fearing the worst, he began to run.

The thieves, determined to pounce on their prey before he got to the more lighted street, ran faster. The man trips as he ran and fell... As they reach him, they have no remorse or pity. They beat him and stab him, and drag him behind the trash canister. Before they leave him, they take his cash....

The man dies from massive bleeding... his body now lied there motionless. The moment his heart stopped beating... and consciousness on Earth gone forever, his spirit, began its trip into the afterlife.

Like the turbulent wind that is created by a vacuum, his soul was sucked into some sort of invisible cannal that flew him through the skies... through the stars, the galaxy and across the universe. He was eventually "drained" into an empty, white, deserted space.

There he sat, until that empty space darkened, and as it brightened once again... dark silhoutes appeared, revealing a massive crowd... He joined the millions of souls that were drained there already. Everything is so fast and sudden, that he doesnt even have time to realize what had happenned.

The only thing he could understand... is that what he could see. He saw a sea of people-spirits... and all of them seemed to be walking towards a special path, or road, that had one direction, no end and apparently, no beginning. The other spirits, now clear to his eyes, had translucent bodies. They seemed to take the shape of the body they left on Earth. He saw the different shapes of bodies, all ages... some even had glasses, some kiddies with their toys...

The man, before his tragedies, had always liked to explore... and saw this as a potential new beginning for him. "Is this the path to paradise?" he thought. He had always loved to "ride the wave" among the crowds in his younger days.

Still excited, and suspecting that he had died, he knew for sure that this was "another adventure, a new beginning" and finally, he thought, "I can now rest" and "reach the paradise." He questioned nothing and ran into the "path." He was eager to pass people, to slide through others, pass the slower ones, and push himself through towards what he thought was the end of the road. He pushed and pulled, pressured others out of his way, and to others he moved them out of his path... He did this for hours.

As his excitement died down... within this path obscured by the millions of others... he realized that there had been nothing new to discover. Eventually, he too was being pushed and pulled by the new comers. People-spirits, acting instinctively, and selfishly, hurt each other, fought and competed amongst themselves... to see who could get "there" (paradise, I supposse)... first. He soon began to think about his home. The very few things that he once owned, were now gone forever. His TV, his apartment, the people he knew, the contact with his family. He remembered how beatiful his youth was (he loved nature), and he remembered how he used to dress "to impress." He now owned nothing but his naked, translucent body... and his deteriorating memories. Now, he could not remember the name of his loved ones...

New waves of souls arrived every second. No one ever spoke, for... there were no voices that could be made from thin air.... on top of that... no one recognized anybody else... as time passed, they all slowly lost their unique facial characteristics and shapes... all turned into silhoutes... like stick figures... looking the same.

What remained... still... was his ability to think.... And the sudden realization struck him... he was alone. He had no one to speak to, he had lost everything... and he began to accept that death was not like what he thought. He saw what happenned to those that fell behind. He turned to see... and all those he had pushed aside... seemed to be far behind, hidden between the masses... and he could still, not see the beginning.. nor the end to that matter... of that path.

He had always thought that "heaven" would be like the stories he heard in life. They talked of peace, brotherhood, rest, of 'finding yourself with your kind'... flowers, weightlessness, being worry-free... Life would be paradise. He never argued this, because it was a well accepted idea that that's how it was going to be like when you died.

The idea of life after death as it now unfolds before him, was not how he always thought of it. There was no rest. There was no weightlessness... there was a pulling force that you fought in order to not be left behind. You must lose your identity and yourself. You must go along with the rest and shove, pull and push yourself forward amongst the crowds so that you were not left behind. There was no home. The purpose of this life was to move and run to a place you couldnt see. You were squished in with the rest of the crowd and stampeded others... the way large crowds do when they run towards exit doors, along narrow hallways, during an emergency.

There were no gods, no angels and luckily... no devils... and there was no need for them... the company he was with, was evil enough. The idea that he was going to be here for an infinite amount of time... this place which was now going to be his reality... was evil enough. He knew only one thing to be real... uncertainty. Every day now seemed like it was going to be... the same as the last one.

He turned to see other souls... expressionless... "Were these good people, disappointed at the fact that they had no justice in the after-life for all their good deeds done in life?" he thought... "Who knows? They can't speak. Who knows how long they've been walking..."

Stopping means that he will be pulled back by others... he will be pushed... and he will roll past everybody else... and he does for a while... he extends his arms out and holds on to whatever his hands are able to grasp... this gives him enough time to think...

"Damn..." he said to himself... "if someone had told me this to begin with... I would have probably enjoyed my life a little bit better."

Every 18 Months

Hello, ladies and germs, allow me to introduce myself. My name is Marco, and after a loooong abscence from this blog, I have decided to return to this little ol' place that was abandoned, but not forgotten. I wanted to originally post legends in here, but after much thought, I'm going to let it loose, and give it space to be whatever it wants to be. The idea today, is to have this little space in the internet as an area for me to explore improvisational, musical story telling. What I mean by this, is that, I will try to listen to a song, any type of song, whether instrumental or modern, and attempt to write a story that comes to mind. So let's see what happens, let's see if its going to grow, if its practical, if its what I want to do. There will be no specific themes, no specific nothing. I will listen to a song that I like over the internet, and if it calls my attention strongly enough, then I will return here, to my new cybernetic home, and I will write whatever comes to my mind, whatever the song inspires me to write about. Last weekend, I felt compelled to write a story when I heard a song, and quite honestly, I enjoyed it. It reminded me that once, a long time ago, I wanted to do something like that...

Chopin's Tristesse; Etude in Op 10 No. 3


I was looking in the internet for Chopin's "Tristesse Etude in Op. 10 No. 3." I couldn't find one that I liked, so I decided to upload my version in youtube. The song is titled "Sadness." In the process of uploading, I was going to put random pictures in there, but as I heard the song, a fictional story for the song popped into my head, and I googled pictures, and kinda made a story out of it... so here it is...

Every 18 Months
A couple, found true love together. However, for strange reasons of destiny, they got into an argument, that led to a fight. They vowed to never speak to each other again, even though their love was strong and real.

God, angered at the fact that neither lover would give way to their pride, decided to punish them.

As he confronted them, he asked... "How is it possible, that having such a beautiful thing together, you both choose to be away from each other, rather than put your differences aside, and lower your pride, and enjoy the gift of love and life that I gave you?"

The couple... embarassed at the fact that God had been watching the whole time, was the catalyst, and they instantly repented. After many years of silence, they said to each other the words that they had kept from each other for years...

"I love you.."

The man, hearing those words from the woman, loved her even more. The woman, hearing those words from her man, loved him just the same.

Unfortunately, God had already made up his mind. He had to intervene in order for them to even look at each other. For this reason, he planned the perfect punishment for them both. He allowed them to live and love each other, but he cast the man's soul in the sun and the woman's in the moon. He would make it hard for them to see each other... and once they would see each other, both would forget that it ever happenned. Because it was true love, what they both had, it would endure for as long as their hearts and souls survived.

Since then, the two lovers look for each other every day and night (the sun and the moon).... but they never quite seem to catch a glimpse of each other...

When he rises, hopeful, he reachest the highest skies to look for her, calling out her name... When he hears no reply, in dissappointment, he travels down again. Just as he leaves, towards the other side of the world, she shows up, hopeful just as he was, that she will find him... She reachest the highest skies to look for him, and calls out for him, but he doesnt answer. In dissappointment, she descends again, to see if he is in the other side of the world.

They do this every day for 18 months, without giving up, to try to see each other face to face.

This music picture-video portrays the day they have both been waiting for, and without their knowledge... eternity...