Work Song

* After listening to "work song" by Nat Adderley, students were asked to write the story they saw in their heads as they listened to the music.

Workday

By: Alyson Vondran

10/22/2013

Hmm, hmm, hmm, she heard herself humming to the music that radiated from the walls.  She felt her mood lighten with every step.  She walked in, to hear the forbidden music dancing around the room.  She didn’t want to stop those people’s happy moods, but she had to, she was a cop.  No one was allowed to listen to this music.  Maya heard the saxophone get higher in fluid beats.  She couldn’t ruin this.  Instead, she picked up a tray and began dancing around the place, delivering random drinks.  Suddenly she heard the rush of thumping steps.  “Ah –ha!” a man said.  Maya dropped the tray and ran out the door, into dark water.  She fled down the stream and rested on a set of stairs leading up – just up – to nowhere in particular.  She sat and waited.  The man passed by, so she quickly stood and headed back to where the music once played.  Nothing was left, but ashes and smoke – it had been burned to the ground.