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Date Posted: 21:31:30 12/10/01 Mon
Author: Corum & Valhorek
Subject: All in a day's work
In reply to: Barry 's message, "Bored out of my skull!" on 11:33:01 12/10/01 Mon

Corum was liking the idea of getting a lot of the attention, but then somewhere along the line, some of the native women were trying to get him away from the rest of the group. What made it worse is that they had started to giggle amongst themselves, and Corum wasn’t too sure what that meant. When he looked to the leaders of the group, he could see the smiles on their faces as well. For some unknown reason, Corum didn’t like the way things were turning out, and so, he quickly sat down with the rest of the group, hoping he didn’t offend anyone.

That’s when he saw Barry float right behind Marz’s head, and open his mouth. Corum simply stared as a few tarantulas started to crawl out of his mouth, and onto the top of Marz’s head. At first Corum thought the whole thing pretty funny, until he remembered that tarantulas were poisonous when they bit someone. He quickly stood up, and moved behind Marz. He didn’t want to scare his friend, and he didn’t want to shoo the spiders off with his hand, so he did the next best thing. He took the staff that was in his head, eyeballed Marz’s head, and swung the staff portion right across his friend’s head, just grazing Marz.

“You Moron,” Marz yelled. “What the rake are you doing?”

“Uh,” Corum stammered. “The, the……the tarantulas must have crawled up your back, and onto your head,” Corum stated as he pointed to the ground away from Marz, where the tarantulas were now crawling away from his friend.

Marz simply shook his head as he returned to listening to Laurel.

Corum went back, and sat next to Tia. “You lamebrain!” he whispered to Barry. “The next time Marz finds out you did that, he’ll bash your head in, even worse, he might kill you, or bury you, then what would you do?”

Corum looked over, and noticed that the tribeswomen were still staring at him. “Uh like you better stay near me Barry,” the youth spoke. “I don’t like the looks from them.”

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Valhorek watched in amusement as Marz continued to play the same song over, and over again. For some reason the youth thought that the more he played, the better it would sound, and unfortunately that was not to be.

The healer was somewhat relieved to hear Marz ask for instructions to another song. The one thing the youth would have to learn was patience in trying to master such an instrument. Patience, along with a lot of knowledge of exactly what, and how to do it.

“May I?” Valhorek spoke up pointing to the lute.

Marz looked a bit uncertain but soon handed the lute over to the healer. Valhorek strummed each string individual, and noted that the ferocity of Marz’s strumming had somewhat detuned the lute. He used his ear until it was evenly tuned.

“The real gift of playing,” Valhorek started as he looked at Marz. “Is associating happiness with sadness when it comes to music.” Marz simply gave Val a dumb look. “Let me explain,” Valhorek went on to say. “I want you to close your eyes, and simply listen. I’m going to play two different chords, and yet they’ll sound somewhat alike. I want you to keep your eyes closed, and tell me what you hear.”

With that the healer strummed what was known as a major chord, a chord that symbolized relaxation, calm, and even happiness. “Here’s the next chord.” He then played what was known as a minor chord, a chord that reflected sadness, loss, regret, and many other emotions. He played the two different chords again to insure that Marz could hear the difference.

“Now tell me Marz, what did you hear?”

“I’m not really sure,” Marz answered.

“Fair enough,” Val responded. “I’ll play a song in the first style, and then play another song in the second style.” The first song, which included all major chords, and variations there of, was usually used in any type of situation where merriment was to be portrayed. When he was finished, he paused, and then explained to Marz that he was going to play the second style. This song was written in the minor mode, which usually was used in situations depicting sadness, unhappiness, or melancholy. It didn’t have the happier overtones to it as one played. Although the tempo of both songs were the same, they both sounded different because of their chordal structure, and it was these variances in notes that musicians, when playing them correctly, could convey a feeling of sadness, or merriment, depending on the style of structure used.

When the last chord finally died out, Valhorek once again turned to Marz, and asked him the same question. “What was the difference between the two?”

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