True Story

This is a slightly scary story. I will relate my whole day. I believe

I was having a slightly busy day for Christmas break. I woke up around 9:30am. I went and had two cookies and a bowl of granola for breakfast. I did nothing for about thirty minutes. I then played with my mp3 player. I selected "random surprise". It came up with Strauss Ein Heldenleben. I was going to have to buy a cd with this recording on it. I had obviously gotten it somewhere and forgotten about it. Now I don't have to buy the cd. Finding this isn't the best part of my story. I sat down on the couch and listened to the whole thing while reading articles about it. Ein Heldenleben roughly translates to "a hero's life." Strauss wrote it about himself. He was a bad ass and he knew it. I then looked up my new favorite band "The Black Eyed Peas" on youtube. I then had this nagging feeling in the back of my mind. You know the feeling that you get when you are about to fail at life unless you do something. I remembered that I had to rewrite some music in a different clef. I have learned that if I have something in treble clef I need to rewrite it in bass clef. The last thing I need is to be struggling with reading the music when I am performing it. My mom called me about this time and told me that I would be in the paper as an "Academic All-Star." I went back to writing music. I did this for about an hour and then went to lunch. I got a giftcard to chick-fil-a for my birthday. I went there and I ordered from an angry black woman. She served up my lemonade to me sideways. the top was on it, so it didn't spill. She then tore some white boy a new one. I just got my food and left. I went back to my house ate my lunch and wrote out music for another hour. I then started making mistakes and decided I needed a break. I went to my computer and looked at random videos on youtube. My dad called me and asked me if I had anything planned for dinner. I told him he'd have to do himself because I had a rehearsal. He then called again and asked something similar. The phone then rang again and I was about to not answer it. The caller i.d. said "Blocked call." I decided to answer it. At this point in my day life became exciting.

Me: "Hello
Pre-pubescent male voice: "Are you Elizabeth?"
Me: "No, but I'm her son."
PPMV: "We have Elizabeth's bag."
Me: "How did you get her bag?"
PPMV: "We found it on the side of the street."
I found this quite alarming.
Me: "Where are you? Tell me so I can come get the bag from you."
PPMV: "Uh . . . I can't tell you that.
PPMV: "Do you have any history of hurting anyone?"
Background girl voice: "Don't ask him that!"
Me: "no"
This let me know I was just dealing with kids. This is what I hoped at the time. I was afraid that it was some kind of twisted plot to get me to go to a weird part of town. I was being moderately careful. Probably not enough
Me: "I need to get the bag from you. Are you in midtown right now?"
Me: "Can you leave it in front of your house."
PPMV: "I can't tell you where i live."
This was starting to get frustrating. The kid was smart for not telling me where he lives. For all he knew, I could have been a terrorist with an absent-minded mom. however i still needed to get the bag and find out how my mom had lost it.
Me:"Do you know where that church is?"
PPMV: "Yes"
Me: "Can you leave it at the front desk?"
PPMV: "Maybe.'
Me: "Can you leave it in front of one of your neighbor's houses?"
PPMV: "Yeah, we can. What's that house over there?"
PPMV: "We'll leave it at 400 split rock or at the church?"
he hangs up here. This had seriously harshed my groove. Me mom works at that Church. I was concerned that something had happened to her. I decided to give her a call. I called her cellphone and immediately got the answering machine. This made me feel worse.
He calls back.
Me: "hello"
PPMV: " His dad isn't home so ,we're going to leave it at 416 split rock."
Me: "Good, It will take me twenty minutes to get there. Watch it to make sure it doesn't get stolen before I can get there. Could you wait a while and then put it out?"
PPMV: " yes we'll wait ten minutes and then put it out."
he hangs up. I went and frantically grabbed my shoes, trombone, and half finished music. I then said goodbye to my dog and ran out the door. On the way there I was nervous that I was on a rendezvous with something awful. It seemed to take me forever to get there. I missed every light and got stopped by a train. I then drove past the house twice. I did this to see if I could see anything that felt very wrong. The area was in midtown. Big houses do not mean that it is a good neighborhood. The only unusual thing that I noticed was that the neighborhood was crawling with yard men. I parked, grabbed a mouthpiece for protection, and jumped out of my car. I looked around and then quickly grabbed the bag. Some little kids ran out of a back yard across the street. I waved at them and jumped back in my car. I immediately left the area and headed for the church. When I got there I found my mom. She said "what are you doing with my bag?'
"You left it on the side of the street."
"oh, I remember now. I was in that neighborhood playing harp. I put down the bag to help someone into a car. I then must have walked off and left it."
Feeling relieved, I went upstairs and made music with an african drummer and a choir. I did have time to finish my music. Life turned out ok.
I am going to go throw up now.
Peace out