When I was a junior high school student, I was
a member of the broadcasting club. Our main activities were broadcasting music
and stories during lunchtime. Moreover, when our school had events, we prepared
and took care of sound facilities.
Ms. H was a musical teacher in our school, but
she was once a professional classical singer. I heard she studied vocal music
in Italy.
One day, Ms. H produced an event. Every
student in our school had soprano and alto recorders for music classes. She
proposed we all play one tune in the gym at the same time. The tune was one of
the most popular at that time—“Silk Road” composed by Kitaro. Ms. H taught how
to play the composition in musical class. Sometimes she taught individually.
Finally, she made all the students play “Silk Road.”
At the day of the event, I didn’t take part in
the performance because I was a member of the broadcasting club. One of the
members had to take care of sound facilities in broadcasting room. That one was
me.
After the performance, someone rushed in the
broadcasting room. It was Ms. H. She started to cry. I was surprised. But I hid
myself because I thought I should not watch an adult who was crying. I remained
hidden until Ms. H stopped crying, and I went out the broadcasting room. I
didn’t tell this incident to anyone. At least I understood Ms. H wanted to hide
her tears from her students.
Now, I am the same age as Ms. H at that time.
Lately I understood vaguely why she was crying.
A musical teacher in a local junior high
school where I commuted could not be in her position. She studied music in
Italy. She might have aspired to be a successful and profitable singer. But if
her dream came true, she would not be able to teach the junior high school
students individually. She would not be able to listen to the group performance
in the gym.
In those days, there were hundreds of students
in our school. That was before the birth rate decline. The masses of students
playing “Silk Road” must be a spectacle.
Ms. H also taught songs to a chorus club in
the school. Our school became famous because the chorus club won many contests.
Sometimes the chorus club sang songs in Latin.
Now, I live a life which I didn’t dream of
when I was young, but I enjoy my life. Sometimes happy events happen
unexpectedly.
In movies, we always watch dream-come-true
stories, but a normal life could also be dramatic.
Picture by mr jun
