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Soul music (Friday Fictioneers)

November 17, 2016


The notes danced in her mind. She kept the beat perfectly as she twirled and swayed across the room. The others didn’t move from their chairs or their walkers… they couldn’t understand the pure joy she felt as she moved freely. Once, she was a virtuoso. The one who commanded whole theatres with a single stroke of her bow across the strings. Grey haired figures hunched, pained and still, watched her through squinted eyes. She didn’t care. The music was pure, her heart sang with the rise and fall. It was a part of her that she would never lose.



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  1. And she no longer needs an audience for her self-affirmation. Lovely

  2. Beautiful bittersweet tale, it’s nice to think when we’re older there will be parts of us that we remember and live on in our memories. Touching story.

  3. Awesome comment on what people settle for in their old age.
    I always say that they sell themselves short.
    She didn’t, thankfully!

  4. We oldsters love the memories. Nice one, Laurie.

  5. Such a wonderful sentiment, the value of holding onto joy in the beautiful things, even when you’re not able to do everything you used to. But then, I’m one of those people who can’t help but move whenever I hear music, especially live music, and yet at concerts I always notice most of the crowd around me sitting stock-still. I think music penetrates some people more than others; I just hope those others have something else that moves them, or they may be “old” before their time.

    • Hi Joy. Yes!!! Exactly. Im a big laugher, i sing loudly in the car, i hear music in my head… its hard to stay happy sometimes especially when im laid out with a migraine but i try 😀

      • I hear you. I definitely find it easier to stay happy when I remember how much music picks me up — usually when I’m feeling sad or stressed, I realize that I haven’t been listening to (much less dancing along to) music in a while. Time to take a break and fix that!

      • Yessssss!!! 😍💃

  6. Such a touching story. Very well done.
    I remember being such an awkward, self-conscious dancer as a teen and wish I could’ve danced like your dancing queen.
    I recently started some adult dance classes, despite living with some disability issues. It just meant a lot for me to have a go and yet I exceeded my expectations and found new ways of tapping into my emotions and letting them go. I’ve loved it!!
    Thanks very much for a lovely, uplifting story.
    xx Rowena

    • That is such a wonderful story! Thank you for sharing. I began singing lessons just for fun and find it such a great release too. I think if you find something you love you should keep doing it!

  7. Oh I do love if you can keep the passion inside… and even without an audience…

  8. Life Lessons of a Dog Lover permalink

    Bravo, never stop dancing. Lovely story.

  9. Dear Laurie,

    Music has charms to soothe the savage breast. So true Lovely story. Music, dancing and laughter keep us young. Some are dead long before they’re old. Bittersweet and poignant story.



  10. michael1148humphris permalink

    Your lovely story reminds me of a social evening and watching the oldest lady present out dance everyone present, just great.

  11. Oh, I so want t be her when I’m old. Great story.

  12. Good for her. The rest of the world no longer matters.

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