Monday, June 30, 2014

"If Music Be Food of Love..."

Hello, world!

This summer I've been working on a few pieces while my professor is away on travels. It's so sad to work without him, but I'm hoping to have this program memorized and perfect by the time he gets back. :) It's been a challenge working without a teacher, but it's rather fun to imagine that I'm already a professional pianist and must work on my own to perfect pieces for an audience. Haha!
They are simple pieces which I could have played years ago, but they're beautiful and fun. So there.


Felix Mendelssohn's Rondo Capricioso 
It's a fun piece with a pianistic introduction before heading into really simple (but difficult!) fast little notes which I am beginning to play a tempo now! It's so fun to play and I absolutely love it! The ending is so fun too! Those forte octaves flying up and down the keys are awesome! Love it!

Robert Schumann's Papillons (Butterflies) Opus 2.
In spite of this piece's "flighty" title, it's definitely NOT about butterflies! It's actually depicting the masquerade ball from a novel Schumann loved to read by Jean Paul called Flageljahre. This piece is filled with small but very diverse movements demonstrating the various scenes from the masquerade ball. Very interesting... Although a middle/high-schooler can learn this, I believe that this piece is underplayed way too many times. People perform it just to perform it and don't seem to fathom it's inexplicable depths and colors. I am so in awe of the genius in this piece that it has taken me for ever to decide on a suitable interpretation for the tiniest parts! Yes, I really do take it seriously! This piece cannot be played like other commercialized classical pieces like the Moonlight Sonata or Fur D'Elise. It cannot be played lightly! - It is special.

Joseph Hayden's Sonata In E Minor No. 53
This is a piece I've had on my shelf for years. (Kind of "baby-ish", I guess) I learned the first movement when I was 11/12-years-old, but now I'm finishing the sonata just because I hate having a sonata uncompleted! Anyhow, it's a lovely piece and the third movement is so fun!


And last but not least...
Friderick Chopin's Nocturne in C Minor Opus 48
Okay, this is probably my favorite Chopin nocturne (although I say that about almost all of them!) It's so powerful and full of rich feeling... I can't even begin to express how much I'm in love with this piece. My teacher doesn't know I'm studying this, so I'm going to surprise him when he comes back! (Heehee!) 
Well, I'm infatuated with Chopin, period. But this nocturne... Anyone who dislikes this has no heart. Here's one of Valentina Igoshina's beautiful videos of herself playing it. (She's looking into your soul at 4:13 on this vid!)
And here's my  very own darling teacher playing it in a casual recording. (His interpretation is seriously my favorite. And not just because he's my teacher! What can I say? - Great minds think alike!)

So that's about it for now...
Shalom!

~ Fiona


Saturday, June 28, 2014

"Let Your Will Be Mine"


So here is an exceptionally long post. Sorry, guys. But I just had to write this because… Well, it’s been pressed on my heart for a while now. I can’t help but share with the world the beautiful (and freakin’ unbelievable!) things G-d has been doing in my life. It’s just crazy. So… here it goes.
Studying piano professionally was a fantasy I always harbored in the back of my mind, but I never truly took it seriously until that moment. That moment when I was playing a Chopin Nocturne in my room on my keyboard, so quietly, it was nearly silent. All were sleeping in my house, as but me because my spirit was wide awake. Listening.
This.
It was a small whisper I barely understood, so my spirit back-talked: This? What’s that supposed to mean?
But the Still Small Voice returned even stronger. This.
Awe filled me now. I looked down at my hands with teary eyes. This? This is what He wants me to do?
I had plans to stay home after graduation, publish my books and perhaps teach piano lessons. But all those plans shattered – this still small Voice was telling me to drop all that and focus on playing – on performing. Something I honestly did not even consider as a career.
But my heart swelled with joy at this silent whisper because I knew that I had only to stay in His Will to achieve success and happiness. But at the same time… fear was there too. Doubts flooded my mind:  I’m no prodigy, we don’t have enough money for studies, I’m not good enough, etc.
But I cleared my mind, shaking those thoughts away. Who was I to question the Voice of G-d? Who was I to doubt His Will? I remember closing my eyes that night with peace, praying, “I’ll do it. Let Your Will be mine.”
Years passed, and I graduated from the National Piano Guild, and was officially at college-level of piano performance. I began considering music schools in Miami, dreaming of attending the most reputable Frost Music School. (Which made the top 20 in the country!)
I was confused with G-d’s Will as I knew what He was planning yet had no idea how to go about doing it. So I just went with the flow, sat back, buckled my seat, practiced, and let Him take control. Whatever He wanted to happen was going to happen no matter what I thought.
            What He had in store, was more than I could imagine…
One day, my brother’s old violin teacher dropped by our house for a friendly visit before leaving on a European tour. She asked me if I wished to study music and where. I told her I had a desire to study piano performance, but was not certain if I could get into any music schools with a scholarship. “Frost is expensive,” she told me frankly. “But it is the best around here. If you are coached properly for your auditions you might be able to get a scholarship. There is a professor there who I know is really good. Professor Ying. Why don’t you email him and ask if he would take you as a private student?”
            I had never heard of this man, but he sounded like one of these scary Chinese pianists, obsessed with technique and Bach and … Eek.
But I sent this Professor Ying an email, stating that I was hoping to get coaching for auditions. His reply was short and dry:
            I’m currently out of the country. I’ll get back to you when I return.
            That’s it I thought. It’s pretty much over. There’s no way this traveling pianist/professor is going to take me in as a private student. I never really thought he would ever get back to me, so I began lookin into coaching for my composing.
I let my practice go by, became lazy and wondered, “G-d, you gave me a dream, and now what?”
But then, the email came.
I would love to hear you play. Come audition for me on Saturday and we’ll see if we can work something out.
Great! I thought with exasperation. Now I have to practice like a maniac to play for this guy!
I was playing pretty bad. My Bach was okay, my Barber was adequately lovely, but my Tempest Sonata and Brahms Intermezzo… lacked.
But I went to play for him with a peace in my heart. Obviously, it was G-d’s Will for him to hear me, so it was also G-d’s will that my repertoire wasn’t perfect. That gave me incredible peace and calm that day. Now, I look back and reflect that my only concern was that he would be a scary, strict professor with an appearance much like Mr. Miyagi from Karate Kid who would demand in a cold accent, “Scales, scales, scales!”
To my relief, this professor did not have a sharp accent or a scary countenance, but was very kind and calm and funny. He was not concerned at all with scales or Bach, but asked that I play Beethoven and Brahms. The two I practiced least. Great. Yet somehow (even after a few wrong notes) he detected “incredible musicality”. How he heard that, I still don’t know. I just praise Heaven that he did!
Anyhow, I went home in surrender. It was all up to G-d now. The professor was going to consider me as a private student (as he rarely ever accepted private students) and would get back to me through email.
The following days were spent in prayer, mostly consisting of: “Let Your will be mine, let it be mine, L-rd.”
By a miracle, a beautiful email came. Professor Ying said that he would be glad to help me prepare a repertoire for Frost School auditions. This was no coincidence, people. This was a downright “G-dincidence”! (as my family and I so like to put it!)
After that, it was as if I suddenly became aware of what was happening. I suddenly wondered, “So who is this Professor Ying I’m going to study with?” I did the modern/Hipster thing and Googled him. The information online was astounding. This man who was willing to teach me had been featured in People magazine, traveled on world-wide tours as a virtuoso, and had even won the greatest piano competition in the world – The International Van Cliburn Piano Competition! (That’s like piano Olympics, people!)
So Professor and Ying and I worked for a wonderful and happy year together. We planned a beautiful repertoire (which my former teacher criticized for being too difficult) – including the infamous Apassionata! But I knew that it was G-d who put me with this professor and it was G-d who was going to carry me through this advanced repertoire.
            On audition day, I woke up and looked out my window. I will never forget how golden the sun seemed and how its rays seemed to reach out for me. Tears filled my eyes as I knew I had to surrender it all to G-d. I had to let it all go – all of it! – and leave it in His Hands. I cupped my hands to my mouth and whispered, “Take my will, and let Yours be done.” I pressed my hands against the window pane and actually felt a burden being lifted from my shoulders. This is not sentimentality now, readers. I actually felt myself being touched by His kind hand, as if He were taking my worries and assuring  me, “It’s okay. It’s all going to be alright.”
It was all in His Hands. I trusted Him, and as He has led me this far, I knew He would not forsake me. If history teaches us anything it is that God will always make a way even when there seems to be no way.

            The audition was successful. (In spite of the wrong notes in my Chopin Ballade!) The two judges (another Van Cliburn winning professor and the pedagogy of piano) congratulated me on a unique performance. The professor told me, “If I hate anything it’s a cookie-cutter pianist, these pianists that play perfectly like a robot without feelings. But you, my dear, are no cookie-cutter pianist.” It was a strange compliment, but I accepted it. And the pedagogy, remarked, “You are a natural performer”.
            When I retold these happenings to my professor, he stared with astonishment. “She talked?” (She meaning the pedagogy) “She never says anything! Now that’s a good sign!”
Even after this assurance, I was still uncertain if I would be accept or receive any scholarship.
            A month or so later, I woke up and sat at the dining table. As is customary of my morning ritual, I glanced through Instagram to gently stir my sleepy brain cells. A family friend posted the verse: Numbers 6:24.
            I didn’t think much of it until my grandmother sent a text at that very moment. What did it say? Numbers 6:24!
            I glanced up and saw the Bible on the table which my father had left out that morning. And what page was it open to? Numbers 6!
            I tossed the phone away and quickly seized the Bible. Obviously, G-d was trying to tell me something!
            What I read overwhelmed me with a consuming love.
            May the Lord bless you and keep you,
            May the Lord make His Face to shine upon you and be gracious to you,     
            May the Lord lift up His countenance upon you and give you peace. Number 6:24-26
            I bowed my head in awe. “I accept your blessing, L-rd. I accept the blessing.”
            And that very day, the letter came. The letter telling me that I was accepted to Frost School of Music.
            Now, I am proud to write that I am attending Frost School of Music this Fall with a ¾ scholarship – not because of my talent or my practice hours or my teacher. But because G-d willed it to  be so and has paved this way which I never thought I would ever be able to pass through.
            Blessed with G-d’s favor and grace, I write this today overwhelmed by His goodness. By His goodness He stood with me on audition day, sent me a beautiful message from His Word along with my acceptance letter, and weeks later blessed me with a wonderful scholarship to my dream school.
            Writing this article was hard for me today because it has been a difficult journey of faith as well as an overwhelmingly awesome display of G-d’s glory – and as we all know, G-d’s glory is pretty hard to put into words. It was G-d who brought the violin teacher to our door that day, it was G-d who opened the heart of the professor towards me, it was G-d who carried my burdens on audition day, and it was G-d who has showered his loving-kindness upon me in more ways than I can count.
And the most incredible part is that He has done all this without having to. As we sing during Pesach, “Dayenu! It would have been enough!” It would have been enough had He given me the experience of studying with Professor Ying, but no. G-d has a habit of desiring to go out of His way for His children.
It is only by His loving grace that this has all come into being. There has not been a day that goes by that I do not stop to thank Him for all the great doors he has opened and all the wondrous paths He has paved even when I know I can never deserve them.

Now, I'm entering this new exciting season of my life, and I am just so happy - I want to scream! Not just because I'm a part of something great and doing something I love but because this all came about because of G-d! It is all His glory being reflected through me. It is like a teaching a recently heard. Our culture is obsessed with stardom, being a star of pop, rock, etc. But the Scriptures teach us that we are to reflect G-d's light - not shine our own like stars. We are to be like the Moon and reflect the Sun - or in our case, The Son! 
I know now that if I continue to set my eyes on what G-d has for me and what He desires, I have no reason to fear or doubt anything. He is in control and He is a loving Father. 
Whatever happens in these coming months of studying and music, I will always remember, Lord, that You have been the One to be beside me and that You will never leave me. And for that, I praise You always.
~ Fiona

Sunday, June 22, 2014

Romeo and Juliet 2013 Movie Review

Time for our first movie review!


We just watched Romeo and Juliet 2013 this weekend and were absolutely astounded. It was awesome! "Awesome" as in tears were rolling down all our faces at the end of the film! (all except my macho brother's, but whatever.)

After seeing Zephernelli's Romeo and Juliet, I was critical of this one since I feared they would change the dialogue and add inappropriate scenes (which they did in Zephernelli's anyway with unneeded nudity). But I was surprised to find that I enjoyed this version just as well if not even more!
I must admit though that Olivia Hussy will probably always be my favorite Juliet. I mean look how gorgeous she is...


Hailee Steinfeld was a lovely Juliet too, but... I was not too fond of her acting in the balcony scene. She appeared a bit too nonchalant. Her part at the death scene was beautiful though!



But Douglas Booth made up for it as I found him to be the best Romeo I have ever seen. No, actually... He's just the perfect Romeo. Seriously.



Also, the casting for Tybalt and Mercutio were great! (Tybalt was so cool!)

Tybalt...













 Mercutio...

















And Benvolio was so sweet! Whenever he cried, we all went, "Aw..." Such an amazing actor! Bravo, Kody!


As to the actual script... It's definitely not completely Shakespeare. I mean, the Shakespeare is there, but... just not completely. This didn't really bother me (that much) because I guess it will be easier for our modern-day audience to understand. It only bothered me when they said "you" instead of "thee" at the balcony scene. I mean, why couldn't they just leave it as "thee"...? Kind of disappointing.

Now, to my favorite part…The music! It was incredible! It soared in all the right places and really gave the movie this beautiful atmosphere of tragedy! I loved it! It is now on my list of favorite soundtracks along with Narnia, Downton Abbey, Alice in Wonderland, and Braveheart! Two thumbs up!
Below is my favorite piece from the soundtrack... You better stop and listen to it!


Damien Lewis as Lord Capulet was an excellent idea. He was great! He played the scene in which he throws a fit at Juliet perfectly! He made me so annoyed – in a good way! Also, his revolting haircut was a great idea for making the audience hate him even more. Capital idea.


I cannot write this review without mentioning the scenery. It was phenomenal! And best of all, it was actually shot in Verona! I am now dying to go there! The Capulet’s mansion was to die for! My dad (a lover of Italian architecture) was drooling! And as an Art History buff, I was too. It was just beautiful and made me wonder… “Now why is it that I am the only one who sees that I was meant to live in such a house?”
I posted some pics of the scenery so you have a slight understanding of what I’m talking about. Feast thy eyes, oh reader!
 



And now for the most important part of Romeo and Juliet… The death scene!
Let  me just say… It was excruciating.



My reaction was first dread because I knew what was coming. And then rage at that stupid messenger boy! And then the sob wedged itself in my throat and  it all went down from there. I became completely lost to utter grief – “the depths of despair”, as my literary twin, Anne Shirley, words it.
Just thinking about it makes me want to cry – that’s how fantastic it was!

The best part was when the drug starts blurring Romeo’s vision and he looks at Juliet who is beginning to waken… He thinks that she is a hallucination, but she was actually alive. And then he smiles and says, “Juliet…” (That’s when I started sobbing) Then of course the famous kiss and “Thus with a kiss I die.” You just have to see it though. It was beautifully directed!



And the ending…? Okay, that was just cruel. It was so sad, I thought I was going to explode. My dad and mom were staring at the screen with wide eyes streaming tears. The last time we all cried like that in a movie was Les Mis. So… yeah, this was THAT good! 

It ends when the families come together and the famous quote is said:
Never was there a tale of more woe
than this of Juliet and her Romeo.

But that wasn’t what made our heart break. It was when Benvolio got up and strode towards their corpses. He took Romeo and Juliet’s hand and joined them *cue soaring music*… and the camera zooms in and we know within our heart of hearts that nothing could ever keep their souls apart.



Our exact reaction as the film ended...
Dad: Now that was a good movie.
Me: That was beautiful!
My sister: It was so sad!
And my brother: That dumb messenger!

Overall… Incredible story, beautiful music, phenomenal scenery, stupendous acting…
So go watch it as soon as possible! (And don’t forget the Kleenex box!) ;-)

~ Fiona

Sisters - The Poem that Inspired this Blog

Hello, world!
This is the poem I wrote about Rose and I. This is actually what inspired us to make a sister blog, showing the beauty in our differences -  no matter how stark the contrast is!

Hope you like it...
Shalom,
Fiona

Sisters

 

 

Two beings with the same soul,

Bound forever to never be apart.

We may be different in mind and looks,

But we always reflect the other’s heart.

 

We may annoy each other sometimes,

And all but tear out each other’s hair,

But amid our little squabbles,

Affection is always there.

 

You are sometimes annoyed by my books

And I sometimes by your economy

You go about things patiently, gently,

And I, a little bit brusquely.

 

I write novels,

You make jewelry,

I study piano,

You sew lovely.

 

So different we seem –

Like black and white, we are,

Yet we both dazzle in each other’s light

Like midnight’s many stars.

 

We cannot live without each other,

No matter how far away we seem.

There will always be a part of me in you,

And a part of you in me.

 

No matter where we end in this world,

Down the street, or elsewhere vast, or far, far away,

In each other’s thoughts and prayers

We shall loyally stay.

 

Many people enter and exeunt the grand stage of life,

But we shall always remain the same in the end –

In good times and bad, in peace or storm,

We shall forever be sisters – the best of friends. 

Saturday, June 14, 2014

What We've been Up To

Hello, everyone! This is Rose. I just wanted to make a post about what has been going on lately….
Well, summer is here and where we live… that means HOT and HUMID.  I am not taking the summer off from school, because I do Florida Virtual School math and I would get behind.
I have finally received my ballet exam results! We picked them up this week and found out that I passed with honors!!! Yay!
These are my results;
  
 



This is the room that the exam took place in, the examiner sat at the table taking notes. And out of all the hairstyles to pick, she picked this super distracting hairstyle that made it look like the hair was a ball on the top of her head.  I get distracted easily. :/



 
 

Next level has pointe!!! So excited!
 
 
 
What do you think of this hair style I did on Fiona? It reminded us of Christen Daaé from Phantom of the Opera.
 

 
Please comment below and tell me what you think. :)
Farewell for now!
  ~Rose

Wednesday, June 11, 2014

Beautiful People: Emily Smith


 
 

Here's some questions for writers to answer about their characters. I have decided to choose Emily Smith since I already posted a bit of her story and since, of course, I just love her.
 
1)      What is their full name and is there a story behind why they got it?

Emily Smith. It’s plain, I know. There’s really no story behind her name… It’s kind of boring. She’s just the daughter of a poor art-teacher and housewife, so Smith instantly came to mind. And the moment I imagined Emily’s face, her brown hair, her green eyes… I thought, “Emily!” So that’s why she’s called Emily.

2)      How old are they, and when were they born?

She’s twenty years old at the beginning of the story which is 1905. (Wait, a sec, let me do the Math…) She would have been born in 1885. Wow, that sounds old.
 

3)      Describe their physical appearance. (Bonus questions: 1. What is their race/nationality/ethnicity? 2. Do you have a picture of them? If so, include it!)

Emily is fair-skinned, but not too pale! She has thick champagne-brown hair with big green eyes that her grandmother used to call “emeralds”. She has a sweet face, almost heart-shaped and her lips are pink and plump. She’s small in height, but not short. She’s English on both sides. Very English. A picture of her…? Of course! Why she’s Amanda Siegfried!



And I even have a picture of the master too! It’s Richard Armitage (North and South), but I photo-shopped an effect on his face to make him have scars like the master! (Awesome, right?!)



And I got so creative, I even made a poster!




4)      Describe your character's personality first in one word, and then elaborate with a few sentences.

Strong. Emily is a very strong girl to have undergone the death of her parents, grandmother and memory at once. And in spite of all her personal troubles, she is strong enough to care for the weaker, like little Charlie.

5)      What theme song(s) fit their personality and story arc?

Definitely, I would have Chopin’s Nocturne in E Minor. (The Pianist soundtrack)Whenever I play it, I imagine the master playing it… *sniffles and sighs* It’s beautiful, dark, mysterious and has a climax of passion that just makes me want to cry and laugh and scream at the same time! Don’t skip this video, bloggers! Listen to it and listen to it well. You hear that? That’s a soul crying.

(Okay, enough drama…)

6)      Which one of the seven deadly sins describes your character?

Pride.

7)      If they were an element (fire, water, earth, air), which one would they be?

Um… Earth? But then there are times when she does seem like a fire that just doesn’t go out! She’s so passionate about everything she does. But I say Earth because she is very down-to-earth.

8)      What is their favorite word?

What?! Oh, come on! How should I know? It’s not something I can just ask her! Is there any such thing as a favorite word? A favorite animal, yes. A favorite flower, yes. But favorite word? Bah!

9)      Who’s one person they really miss? (It could be someone who’s passed away, or someone they’re not close to anymore, or someone who’s moved away.)

That would be her father. He was her art teacher, mentor, father and friend. He encouraged her studies in art and would spend happy hours teaching her and John painting techniques when they were young. *sigh* Happy times…

10)   What sights, sounds, and smells remind them of that person?

Her father was an artist, so of course art. But since he died in a fire, the smell of smoke also reminds her of the accident.


Ok, so that’s Emily Smith! Until next time…

Thursday, June 5, 2014

My Rubbish: The Master

Here's a bit of my "rubbish" from my novel "The Master". It's the beginning of the first chapter, and very dramatic as you will so find out! :)


It was the year 1905 …

And I dare say there shall never be an account so cryptic as the one I shall now write here in this little notebook.

            But let me contain myself and fully explain my words as well as the hand which holds the writing pen.

            I am Emily Smith, or so I believe. I am not certain as to my true name since I am not even certain who I am now. I am twenty years of age, yet I remember only three years of my life. The years before the accident (the accident which took my parents and my memory) happened when I was seventeen. Whatever life I lived before then, whoever I was during my childhood … I cannot say.

Dr. Quinley calls my condition … amnesia, or … well, I think that’s what it’s called in the medical field.

I call it my first death.

Anyhow, I am presently staying at the home of my good friend, Erin McSpear.

She have kindly taken me in as a sister and comforted me as much as I ever could be comforted considering what has happened. Erin and I share a house as well as a tutor, for although she is already twenty-one, she has chosen to commit her time to an education as she is of yet unmarried.

Since I am illiterate as well, we have both embarked on an “adventure of words”. Or at least, that’s what she calls it.

At first, I considered learning a distraction from … what happened, but now I consider it an outlet to my feelings. I am now able to “write landscapes and form emotions from letters”, as Mr. Carlyle, our tutor calls it. Such patience he has with us older illiterate young women struggling with a child’s book!

I never imagined I’d ever be writing words as I am now, as full of fault and error as they are. During my three years as a laundress (the only years I remember living), I never needed words. Nor did I want them while I served as a maid at –

I suddenly realized I have not mentioned the manor is ever so long! That horrid dark manor where my soul died a second death! Where I served a master of a heart of evil and a face of … His face!

The writing is shaky now because of the trembling of my hand, but I must continue, albeit tears douse the words, I shall write. I must.

It is time to overcome the past … the insufferable past of dark secrets, forbidden rooms, snuffed lights, passionate cries, misty seas, false romances, and villains in masquerade…

It is time to face Wiltborn.

Wiltborn Manor is a grand castle-like place without, but within is empty ghostliness. One could see this in the library, for the books’ pages were blank, and in the galleries, for the frames to hold paintings held blank canvases, and most empty of all in the manor was the master himself.

Of course it was not always like this. At least not when Old Master Charles Midroth, the father of the aforementioned master, lived. Oh, no, it was the gayest of estates in all of England! He kept it to reflect his own good, kind heart.

But when he passed away, his son sent darkness over the manor, shadowing his tenants, and drowning me.

Everything wilted and darkened and became a void of emptiness.

Not literally, but in spirit.

Rarely did the servants of the manor see their master on the account of his random escapes to travels in distant lands. All felt pity for him because of rumors concerning a past romance with a girl of fair hair and lively green eyes. He forbid anyone to speak of it, but he is still aching for her return. The servants of the manor as well as the tenants on the estate believed this tragic story which explained his tinted soul, and they felt great pity for him.

All but one prejudice girl.

Me.