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The Inspiration of Someone in the Water


I happened to find myself in the concert hall yesterday that inspired part of Someone in the Water and I thought it would be fun to share that excerpt with you considering Someone in the Water has been noticed for its stunning cover!


Gantner Concert Hall at UW Eau Claire

If you've read the book you know that Vince Roundtree is the tuba professor at the college in Hedgeford, Wisconsin. While he is an expert at the tuba, he loves to play the flute, which Spring finds endearing. I want you to stare at that picture, but instead of seeing a piano, I want you to picture four guys, three with euphoniums and one with a tuba, and a flute. Below is the excerpt from that part of the book. 



EXCERPT:

The auditorium was surprisingly full when I arrived fifteen minutes early to find a seat. The middle seats were filled, which left me with the bottom or the top. The bottom seats would require me to stare upward at the stage the entire time, and possibly make eye contact with him. I didn’t think my already pounding heart could handle eye contact, so I squirreled myself away in the back of the auditorium, hiding in the shadows created by the overhang of the balcony and the lights. Before the ensemble started playing, Vince introduced the quartet players to the audience and asked each of them to tell us something about themselves.

I didn’t think Vince would speak, but I was wrong. He told the audience how he had picked the pieces to play tonight because they were his three favorite pieces to play in high school. He attended a high school for students planning to enter the performing arts and enjoyed playing pieces with two euphoniums and two tubas, which he had replicated tonight. Randall, one of the euphonium players, then told us how he didn’t go to a high school for the performing arts and he didn’t think he would manage to learn these three professional-grade pieces in a matter of weeks. We all chuckled, but it was easy to see he had been kidding when they started to play. All four of them were masters of Bach and Verdi. You didn’t notice how quickly the time flew, but when they played the last note I checked my watch to see forty-five minutes had passed in the blink of an eye. Everyone applauded, and Vince stood, taking the microphone again.

“Thank you all for coming tonight. Before we finish for the evening, I would like to play a piece I’ve been composing for a few months. I hadn’t been able to finish it because there was something missing, and I couldn’t flesh out what it was. Then I met someone a few days ago. See, she played the flute in the band,” he paused and shook his head a little, as everyone laughed, “and when I told her I like to play the flute, but it looks a little fruity in my hands, she had a different opinion. She told me a guy who isn’t afraid to put aside his masculinity to do what he enjoys is rare. Her words stayed with me and when I got home that night, I took the piece out. I let my eyes wander across the bars and instantly heard the missing notes float through the air. If you’d so kindly oblige us, we’d like to perform it for you. We’ve only played it through a few times, so it’s a work in progress, but I call it, Spring’s Eternal Song. I promise, I used only the good notes.” He grinned and put the microphone back. I tried not to gasp in the quiet auditorium. Did he name a song after me?

He sat again with his tuba, and the four of them began playing. The first few notes were haunting. The low tones of the tuba made you feel as if you were in a misty night, treading along the path alone, looking over your shoulder for danger. It was a dark place, somewhere you couldn’t, or wouldn’t want to, stay for long. I closed my eyes to shut out everything but the music. After a few minutes the notes brightened, the tone lightened, and before I took a breath there came the call of the flute. The air filled with springtime, and the trills from his fingers made birds take flight. My eyes came open and there sat Vince, the flute to his lips, his eyes on the music momentarily. He glanced up, as though he was searching the auditorium for me. The moment our gazes connected, his lips, while still blowing across the instrument, curled up a bit at the corners.

When the song was over, and the applause had died down, I snuck from the auditorium among the rest of the crowd. I wanted to blend in, because if he called my name, everyone in the auditorium would know I was the inspiration behind the song. I can’t say why it bothered me to have people know that, but it did. Maybe because my heart bloomed knowing he and I were the only ones who knew the truth.


I hope you enjoyed the excerpt from Someone in the Water! If you'd like to read the whole book you can pick it up on Amazon for .99 or as part of Kindle Unlimited from Northern Lake Publishing!

If you're curious why I was at the concert hall yesterday, the answer is, my daughter was singing in her first concert of her freshman year there. I'll let you guess which one is mine, but I'll say she's directly behind the piano bench ;)


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