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The Page Turner
Short Story Day 30 of 365
Darian jumped at the opportunity to be the music teacher’s pet, though he never thought of his role quite like that. He just liked helping the music department where and when he could.
When Mr. Thomason needed someone to be his page turner during the Eighth Grade Spring Concert, Darian shot up his hand. He had done it last year for Ms. Raystown so he did have practice at it.
For the longest time now, Darian had always been fascinated with the piano and those who could play it. While he was still living at home with his mom and brother, he’d never be able to afford lessons or a piano. He could get a job and pay for the lessons himself, but that thought never really crossed his mind.
The sole job of the page turner during a concert is, well, to turn the pages when the pianist gives the nod, not sooner or later. In theory, the pianist has a really good idea what the notes are on the next page and where the music is going, but turning pages when a pianist does not have the music memorized is important. Having previous experience at it, Darian could see the subtle nod to turn the page.
The stage lights were pinkish and barely enough to see the sheet music on the piano. Everything had a pink glow about it, skin, clothes, and even the sheet music, though there was a small music light attached to the piano to help the pianists.
During music introductions midway through the concert, Mr. Thomason whispered to Darian, “I thought the rules were ‘No jeans or sweatshirts for the concert.’”
Darian looked down at his worn but clean jeans and the pinkish blue sweatshirt and merely nodded. What else could he say?
Should he tell Mr. Thomason that was all his mom could afford?
Should he mention that he saw other kids on the risers with jeans on?
No, there was no reason to argue with Mr. Thomason during the concert. Any apologies Darian might voice would have to come later.
Now, he’d just have to concentrate on turning the pages for three more songs through the haze of watery eyes.
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