Voice Class (16 March)

Exercise One: Take seven objects from someone else and create your own story.

· Dark Room

· Computer

· Skinny Girl

· Open doors

· Music playing

· Spill on the floor

· Perfume

This is my story.

Whump, whump, whump. The bass sounds mixed in with keyboard and the strings of guitar. I closed my eyes; letting the wash of the music roll over me, engulf me. It’s rhythmic pounding pulling me closer and closer into the room. One step. Another. Soon my body swayed and I began to sashay forward.

I don’t know when I opened my eyes but the darkness stayed with me. Not replaced by light only by a smell of night blooming jasmine. Turning my head I sniffed the air. Weaker that way. I rotated my body heading to the other side of the room. Music called out to me. Stronger with the perfume smell. All wrapped in darkness. Pointy soft foam cushioned my face as I walked into the sound proof wall. I laid my hands out feeling its ridges and slowly extending them either side till I found the wooden frame of the open door. The hall on the other side stretched out to the other side of the building. Soft glow came from the doorway at the end. Lightened, if only just, I trotted forward along the linoleum floor.

My footsteps coming down in time with the music. Closer I came, Closer I was pulled onwards. Right up until my foot came down and instead of staying where I put it, slipped out from under me, sending my sliding forward the rest of the way.

She turned towards me. Her skinny frame haloed by the glow of the computer behind her. Light captured her frame. The sounds of her newly composed piece of music still sampling behind. I could see quite clearly she was laughing and there was nothing I could do but join her.