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I was Born Too Late

Rye smiled as they began listening to Melina’s CD. “This is one of my favorites,” she whispered. The group sat quietly until the song’s end. “What’d you think,” she asked finally.

“I liked it,” Rye said. “The melody, the accompaniment and the lyrics… especially those.”

“I think we’ve all felt that it would be great to go back in time and ask famous people how we can be better in one way or another,” Michael added.

See now, when you told us the name of the piece, I was thinking it would be about being born in the wrong era, you know?” Gareth said. He tilted his head to one side as the others looked at him curiously. “I’ve often felt like I was born in the wrong era. I’m not sure which era I should have been born in though.”

“I’ve often felt like I was born in another era,” Rye commented.

“What… a past life?” Kevin said. He chuckled until he realized the boy was serious. “Right… well, all right then. Anyone else want popcorn?”

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“I wonder if this song was inspired by the tragedies of a few years ago,” Melina said softly as they listened to the song.

“It’s very pretty,” Rye said softly. “It could be about any tragedy – even one on a personal level.”

“You’re a little young to talk of person tragedies,” Gareth said. “It does have a certain lyrical quality to it though.”

Rye sighed and stood, walking over to put his coffee cup in the sink as he replied, “I suppose.” He thought about his parents being killed and wondered if the older boy would consider that as a personal tragedy.

“There are a lot of songs that talk about the stars,” Rye pointed out, setting his pen aside. “I wonder why that is.”

“Stars have a lot of symbolism,” Gareth replied. “The have a longevity that people see as nearly eternal. They glow so they symbolize light, heat, warmth and fate. Then there are phrases and sayings that have to do with stars.”

“Like star-crossed lovers,” Mikyla pointed out.

“Written in the stars,” Kevin added. “That’s in a musical, actually. It’s a beautiful song, so poignant.”

“Why all the discussion about stars?” Melina asked as she entered the room.

“I’m writing a song and made reference to stars,” Rye replied.

“Which ones?” Gareth asked.

“Well, I am a twin,” Rye said with a beaming grin. He glanced at his sister, who sat on the porch, reading. “Did you know in the story of Castor and Pollux, only one was meant to be immortal. They were placed in the stars when the other died. His brother didn’t want to be separated.”

“That’s so sweet,” Mikyla said. “It’s like how you feel about your sister.” Rye smiled and nodded before returning to his writing.

“I feel like I need something new in my life,” Kevin said as he leaned back against Melina. “It’s not you, babe. You, I love. The music and everything… seems like it’s always the same.”

“Then maybe the idea that your agent has is a good one,” she suggested. “We enter this contest and if we’re chosen, we become part of this new band that the company is forming. You still get to play a lot of what you’re used to but you also get exposed to something new.”

“And if I don’t win,” Kevin added, “I’ll still be exposed to something different than I’m used to and that might inspire a new direction in my music.”

**
He didn’t expect so very many people to be at the contest headquarters. He hoped that he would compare favorably with the others. Some were surprisingly young. One girl looked like an elementary school child. There were a few that couldn’t be any older than high school or even middle school students.

“Mel?” he whispered. “Are we the oldest people here?”

“Maybe,” she hedged. “Bare in mind that they’re going purely by our voices and how well we play instruments. We’ll be behind screens the whole time. That’s the gimmick of the group. No one will be able to tell how old the members actually are or what they really look like.”

“Well, here goes nothing. If this doesn’t get me out of my rut then it wasn’t meant to be and maybe it isn’t a rut at all,” Kevin said. He bounded over to the sign-up booth, Melina in tow.

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