Kind of Blue “So What” Savannah Seeber
A soft swaying tune plays lightly from the interior of her restaurant. She smiles as the tempo increases slightly with the volume. The sound of a well-tuned trumpet brings her back to younger days. Days full of swing and nights of slow-waltzing to the smooth, syrupy melodies of what she considered to be the most beautiful records ever created. She couldn’t have been happier then. It didn’t matter that the white men tried to stop the music. They could never control what she had ingrained in her brain. Those men could lock her in a cell for demanding her rights, but they couldn’t change what she thought and what she heard every night from her window. The laughter and clack of dancin’ shoes spinning on the floor as people danced the night away. It didn’t matter to her what color they were, they knew good music and they were enjoying it; just as she had many nights before. She knew now what she would do with her life. She would create that music, and provide the dance floor for all the happy people. She realized now that she didn’t need to dance to be that special kind of happy, she only needed the atmosphere that came with it. Ella couldn’t be happier now.
“So What”
Savannah Seeber
A soft swaying tune plays lightly from the interior of her restaurant. She smiles as the tempo increases slightly with the volume. The sound of a well-tuned trumpet brings her back to younger days. Days full of swing and nights of slow-waltzing to the smooth, syrupy melodies of what she considered to be the most beautiful records ever created. She couldn’t have been happier then. It didn’t matter that the white men tried to stop the music. They could never control what she had ingrained in her brain. Those men could lock her in a cell for demanding her rights, but they couldn’t change what she thought and what she heard every night from her window. The laughter and clack of dancin’ shoes spinning on the floor as people danced the night away. It didn’t matter to her what color they were, they knew good music and they were enjoying it; just as she had many nights before. She knew now what she would do with her life. She would create that music, and provide the dance floor for all the happy people. She realized now that she didn’t need to dance to be that special kind of happy, she only needed the atmosphere that came with it. Ella couldn’t be happier now.