When I wear my holey tights...

This past week during my lesson my teacher told me I needed to be more like a child when I played the flute. She said that musicians must be an adult and a child at the same time. If we are not children while we play music, then everything becomes predictable and boring. She told me I must look at the things around me through the eyes of a child...develop my imagination.

Little did she know that all day long I had been thinking about my secret. The secret of the hole in my tights. When I wear my holey tights, I am an 8-year-old girl making her way back home after an afternoon of frolicking through the prairie grass. When I wear my holey tights, I am 14 years old, helping mom with the weekend chores while I eat a big juicy red apple from my backyard apple tree. When I wear my holey tights, I am a kindergartner on her first day of school, desperately trying to find another little girl to whisper secrets to about the cute boy sitting across from her. When I wear my holey tights I'm...Rebecca. Because the idea of holey tights fits so well with a name like "Rebecca."

Maybe next week I'll try to describe my holey tights' characters in my music. After all, one can only keep a secret for so long before she must be vulnerable and blurt it out.