Observations

Observation Journal #1

Dueberry Park

I was sick of the idea of being the norm. I was sick at the thought of trying to conform. So I'm un-conforming.

My name? Just call me Night Poet. My message, be you. No labels no charades.

Day 1

I look like my normal everyday self. My chestnut hair in a waterfall braid over my shoulder. My favorite yellow sundress and my violin of course.

Ok guys lets see how it goes.

I started out with Vivaldi's Spring. I played and smiled and people stopped. And watched. Smiled took pictures the whole thing. Then I stopped. Then began to play A much more vigorous and loud piece in which I composed myself. Jaws dropped and the crowed was shifted out completely until the group consisted of homeless people and street wallflowers.

Interesting.

Day 2

"Darling are you sure. I mean lime green".

"Oh,I'm sure".

Thus commenced the dying of my hair. And about five hours and three hot topic stores later here I am. On my street curb ready to play. But this time I advertised. And about 50 older people are standing around with skeptical looks on their faces.

"Hmmmm"?

Could be the Lime green hair. Black eyeliner. Purple lipstick and my long black dress with black boots.

Not me I know. But let's see.

This time I started with Beethoven No.9. The faces weren't as skeptical as in the beginning and once I finished a number of elderly women invited me shopping. I objected of course but not with out receiving several bills for clothes.

Observations complete.

It was finally time to conclude my findings.

Conclusion

Now anyone can say that they aren't influenced by the way of the world or the fad of the day. But truth is you are and it's hard not to. I'm just a small town girl. A violinist. Chestnut brown hair and green eyes. A southern bell. And when I was in front of those people I played. As expected and they loved it. Until I played my second piece. And the crowd slimmed down. Was it what I played? How I played it? Was it not what they expected? Isn't all music art? Obviously not. Well it was to the homeless people who valued the show. Maybe if you don't have the most popular electronic or the best clothes it doesn't matter. And both songs I played were equally liked and appreciated. One can only wonder if that would change if those people had money to keep up with the worlds crazes. Then my make over took place. Yeah the dye won't be coming out for awhile. And I wasted my earning on the outfit I'll probably never wear again but that's besides the point. I was the same me. In different clothes. It turned people who appreciates me before away. Why? Because of appearance? Because I wasn't like you? I played the same beautiful music I was praised for but because of how I dressed it was a problem? Well wake up people. Not everyone can afford what you can. Can have what you have and be blessed in the same way that you are. If I've learned anything from this experiment it's that you shouldn't expect less if someone for what they have, but in the content of what they have to give. We have millions of people in the world. Which equals millions of talents. And it is a SHAME to think some people can't shine because they are blocked out by the "norm" and "ways" of the world.

End of my observations.

Thanks for reading. I'll enjoy any and all comments!!!!