Confessions of a Rookie Composer

Once....

It was very dark...and hot. There was laughter and yelling getting closer. The burning of a flame and the stench of alcohol. Hold on...

Once...
There was a sound as the carrier vanished into the mist.

"Rock and rolling riding,
Out across the bay,
All bound for morning town,
Many miles away"

It would be okay.

Once...

"Try not to fidget and ruin your pretty clothes"

Nervous energy going throughout. Fast music in the car.
"You're my brown eyed girl"

A CD from a movie. Imitating the the lone instrument going higher and higher, then the brass.

The huge room, and the man looming over head from his wooden throne.

"We will"
"And you?"
"So will we"

The crowd of people smiling. The taste of tortilla soup. And Mariachi music.

To be continued...