Franchesca.

I just finished watching Marie Antoinette. That movie is excellent. I loved watching it. So, now I am sitting at the computer, with the channel on the Light Classical station. As I do every day, My son is watching the words pop up across the screen and he is squealing in delight. He enjoys looking at whatever mommy is typing.

Classical Music, it seems to soothe me no matter what mood I am in. If I'm overjoyed, Classical Music is the food that fuels it even more. If I'm sad, it makes me smile and brings me hope. If I'm angry, it doesn't take long for the sounds of either Mozart, Vivaldi, Bach, or Tchaikovsky to make me smile. If I had the choice, I'd probably marry my music. Although, it wouldn't keep me warm at night and I wouldn't have my beautiful baby boy.

I had a teacher who gave me the choice between Violin and Cello when we first began playing in Orchestra. Of course, I had been onto my estranged parents for three years (since the third grade) to let me play in Orchestra, but they didn't take me seriously when I told them I wanted to play the viola. In fact, I believe my parents had the nerve to ask me, "What the hell is a viola?" I of course, being a third grader at the time, rolled my eyes. I then managed to inform them that it was a stringed instrument that wasn't half as annoying as the violin. They didn't understand until I actually reached the play age that it was a beautiful instrument and I believe that they cursed themselves everyday after they heard me play that instrument out of frustration that they didn't let me play sooner.

But the thing about it was, the instrument called to me. It sings to me when I'm not playing it, as if it's a siren and I am the sailor and it's trying to lure me into it's clutches. *Sigh* I love playing her, I named her Franchesca.

I don't know what inspired that, but I just felt like sharing my viola's name with everyone.