The first couple steps were bumpy, my trembling feet vibrated against the crackling floor. The door swung open as I went to knock. SCREEEEEECH! As I walked into the unfamiliar home, I became more aware of the man I was about to meet. As the stairs appear from the darkness, my path lit up ahead of me.
The shaded man sat on his spinning stool. “Come in, come in.” The rumbling of the drums came to a stop. His heart and soul still played to the beat of the music, showed me the artist inside. His bold white sneakers shining through the cracks of the drum set caught my eyes as he walked over to shake my hand. The rough, scratchy feeling as our hands meet in mid air transcripting his personal stories straight into the lines on my hand, one by one. As we sit down in the fluffy chairs surrounding the drum set, my nerves calmed into a relaxed state. Chic Corea, a talented musician during the night, and a crafty carpenter at day, stood five feet four inches tall and 49 years of age. His father, having a similar background as him, brought him up through the construction industry until he got a job with 2nd Gen. Builders 12 years ago, until now. He has become one of the leading workers in the company 's lineup. Throughout the …show more content…
When he was a little boy, he ran out to the shop as soon as his dad got home, to prepare it by cleaning everything so his dad could get right to work. He hoped his dad would start teaching him how to use these “ big saws and drills that made my eyes pop out of my head,’’ Chic said. Since he was a young boy, Chic had always been drawn toward tools. Starting with his play sets, he would always be attracted to the hammer and the toolbox before anything else. Time was the only true thing that would tell him what he wanted to be for the rest of his life. As he ponders on the choices he would have to make, he realizes that a job isn’t work if one loves what they
The shaded man sat on his spinning stool. “Come in, come in.” The rumbling of the drums came to a stop. His heart and soul still played to the beat of the music, showed me the artist inside. His bold white sneakers shining through the cracks of the drum set caught my eyes as he walked over to shake my hand. The rough, scratchy feeling as our hands meet in mid air transcripting his personal stories straight into the lines on my hand, one by one. As we sit down in the fluffy chairs surrounding the drum set, my nerves calmed into a relaxed state. Chic Corea, a talented musician during the night, and a crafty carpenter at day, stood five feet four inches tall and 49 years of age. His father, having a similar background as him, brought him up through the construction industry until he got a job with 2nd Gen. Builders 12 years ago, until now. He has become one of the leading workers in the company 's lineup. Throughout the …show more content…
When he was a little boy, he ran out to the shop as soon as his dad got home, to prepare it by cleaning everything so his dad could get right to work. He hoped his dad would start teaching him how to use these “ big saws and drills that made my eyes pop out of my head,’’ Chic said. Since he was a young boy, Chic had always been drawn toward tools. Starting with his play sets, he would always be attracted to the hammer and the toolbox before anything else. Time was the only true thing that would tell him what he wanted to be for the rest of his life. As he ponders on the choices he would have to make, he realizes that a job isn’t work if one loves what they