A Nervous Song
Rhys stepped out of the car and looked up at the sign on the wall.
“Wirlpana’s Retirement Home,” he read out loud.
How had it all come down to this? His mind turned to the hours and hours of practice, of the agony of stiffened fingers, a voice that could only croak after the long rehearsals. But all of the pain fled his memory, as the day was finally here.
He took a deep breath and made his way to the door. With each step he took he became increasingly nervous, gripping his guitar case tighter and tighter, almost indenting the hard leather handle with finger marks. He was at the door, but before he could calm himself enough to open it, the automatic doors slid open. Rhys was startled by the motion, stumbled backward and tripped over the edge of the path way. The falling sensation seemed to last forever, he knew all too well what happened if he grazed himself.
As a boy with haemophilia, he was very cautious and always nervous. This made Rhys an outcast among most groups, except at the hospital in music class. But this all changed for Rhys when before he hit the ground, he was swept up and stood upright. It took Rhys a moment to realise he had regained his balance and was standing on two feet.
“Are you alright?”
Rhys had no idea as to who this was talking to him as he had …show more content…
Enjoy yourself,” said Mindy as she beamed at Rhys.
Rhys had the same feeling he felt outside return. However, he thought he understood why he did now. This time, Rhys smiled back at her, standing up tall in front of everyone. When he began strumming, he was looking up, not at the mark on the wall, but at everyone watching. He watched Dot sway, and within moments, he was swaying too. The movements his fingers made were clean and swift, and his strumming became increasingly smooth and fluent. This time, when Rhys took a breath in, he knew exactly what was going to come out. He knew that he was about to sing his
Rhys stepped out of the car and looked up at the sign on the wall.
“Wirlpana’s Retirement Home,” he read out loud.
How had it all come down to this? His mind turned to the hours and hours of practice, of the agony of stiffened fingers, a voice that could only croak after the long rehearsals. But all of the pain fled his memory, as the day was finally here.
He took a deep breath and made his way to the door. With each step he took he became increasingly nervous, gripping his guitar case tighter and tighter, almost indenting the hard leather handle with finger marks. He was at the door, but before he could calm himself enough to open it, the automatic doors slid open. Rhys was startled by the motion, stumbled backward and tripped over the edge of the path way. The falling sensation seemed to last forever, he knew all too well what happened if he grazed himself.
As a boy with haemophilia, he was very cautious and always nervous. This made Rhys an outcast among most groups, except at the hospital in music class. But this all changed for Rhys when before he hit the ground, he was swept up and stood upright. It took Rhys a moment to realise he had regained his balance and was standing on two feet.
“Are you alright?”
Rhys had no idea as to who this was talking to him as he had …show more content…
Enjoy yourself,” said Mindy as she beamed at Rhys.
Rhys had the same feeling he felt outside return. However, he thought he understood why he did now. This time, Rhys smiled back at her, standing up tall in front of everyone. When he began strumming, he was looking up, not at the mark on the wall, but at everyone watching. He watched Dot sway, and within moments, he was swaying too. The movements his fingers made were clean and swift, and his strumming became increasingly smooth and fluent. This time, when Rhys took a breath in, he knew exactly what was going to come out. He knew that he was about to sing his