Chapter 9 Revised

To understand why I am posting a revised copy of Chapter 9 before any other Chapter of this story on this site you may wish to visit Through the Eyes of a Dreamer (my other blog) to read the other chapters. If you have not read any of this story yet I recommend it lol. I will be writing new chapters as often as I have the time. Here are the links to the chapters that I have already completed, the only link that I will not list is that of the original Chapter 9. Simply because it is not important to read the original version when you can read the revised one.
Prologue, Chapter 1 , Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8

Now here is the revised Chapter 9:

Kaleigh walked through the open door into Mr. K’s classroom. This room was different compared to a normal classroom in the way that, there were no desks. In the front of the class there was a piano, and then where desks would have been there were risers with rows of chairs on them. Each seat had a folder on it. Kaleigh glanced around the room, searching for Mr. K. After a quick scan she saw that he wasn’t there, but then she spotted a door on the side of the room, peering in she saw that it was Mr. K’s office, and he was inside, sitting at the desk. Kaleigh knocked politely on the door, and Mr. K looked up, smiled, and beckoned for her to come into office.
When Kaleigh was inside the office Mr. K gave her a warm smile, “Hey Kaleigh, you’re probably wondering where you are supposed to sit aren’t you!” Kaleigh smiled back at him.
“Yes sir, I was a bit curious about that.”
“Well, you will have to be curious for a few moments longer, first I need to tell you about what we will be doing in this class for the next few months.” He paused, Kaleigh assumed he was building up her anticipation, “For the last few months everyone has been learning how to use recorders, but now we will begin learning how to sing.” He paused momentarily, and then began again, “Yesterday I tested everyone’s voices to see how many notes they could sing, and whether they could sing better higher or lower. Now, I know you just got here yesterday, but would you feel comfortable singing a song for me, any song you want, you can pick one of your favorites, or if you can’t think of any songs the Star Spangled Banner is a popular option.” Kaleigh thought quickly, her mother had taught her so many songs, but which one, which one would be the best. Her mind was racing, she envisioned lyrics sheets, and records, and then a memory popped up that made Kaleigh sure of what song to sing.
Kaleigh’s mind was set on the image of Alexa, a few days before the crash, they were walking through Central Park and Alexa said “I heard this song,” she paused, “It was a beautiful song, not a cheerful song, but beautiful I think it’s my favorite, I don’t know who wrote it, or where I heard it, but I woke up and it was in my head.” Alexa started singing the song; it was an unusual song, there were words, but they were not English or any other language Kaleigh had heard. Though she could not understand the words they had been strung together in a melody that was haunting, magical even, and Kaleigh agreed with her mother, it was beautiful. Kaleigh heard her mother humming the song a lot up until the crash; the memory of it was vivid in her mind. They never found out who wrote the song.
Kaleigh closed her eyes, took a breath, then opening her eyes she began singing her song, each note she uttered was clear and concise, Mr. K watched her as if in a trance as she went through the song, some parts loud and harsh, others soft and caressing, without words that could be understood this song told an enchanting story. Kaleigh sang the last note letting it fade to silence.
Mr. K cleared his throat and sat up, “Very good Kaleigh!” he said enthusiastically, “I’ve never heard that song before, where is it from, and do you happen to know what language that was?”
Kaleigh wasn’t sure how to respond, “Well sir, my mother sang it to me, but she couldn’t remember where she had heard it before, and I’m not sure which language it is.”
“Ah, well, it was wonderful, perhaps I can find the writer of the song” he seemed to be speaking to himself more than to Kaleigh so she stood patiently watching him. “Well, Kaleigh,” he said suddenly as if he had just remembered that she was standing there, “The class is divided into three groups, Soprano, Mezzo Soprano, and Alto; I think you will do well as a Mezzo Soprano.” Mr. K reflected for a moment and then spoke thoughtfully, “Mezzo Soprano is such a long word to say so often, I’ll probably just call it the middle part, and soprano the high part, and Alto the low part.”
“Umm, alright sir.” Kaleigh said, not sure whether to laugh or not. It seemed to be often that Mr. K would speak to nobody in particular, but not in a way that would suggest lunacy, just a habit of thinking aloud.
“Alright” Mr. K said enthusiastically, “Time to begin,” They exited his office and went into the classroom, everyone was seated now, Mr. K pointed to a seat in the back row the first seat on the left. Kaleigh thought this was a curious arrangement, as it meant that the middle section was first, then the high section, and then the low section. It seemed a bit out of order, but perhaps Mr. K had his reasons, she decided not to question them.
“Okay! Everybody stand up!” Mr. K stood in front of the class, “Before we begin singing we have to stretch first, to get your muscles warmed up, and the air moving.” Mr. K led the class through a routine of physical and vocal warm-ups. The vocal warm-ups were fun because they involved singing lots of very silly things extremely quickly in extraordinarily high or low voices. Kaleigh decided that this was a very enjoyable class, it was almost a stress reliever, it was something natural that didn’t involve any anxiety or difficult thinking. After warm-ups they looked through their folders at the songs that they would be learning, the bell startled Kaleigh when it rang, the class had gone by quickly, ‘if only all my classes could feel that fast’ Kaleigh thought to herself as she headed to her art class.

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~To the world she is ordinary in truth she is extraordinary~