Rockin' Rhythm and Sweet Harmony

Rockin' Rhythm and Sweet Harmony. Written by Russ Bouillac. Illustrated by Shawna J .C. Tenney.

动感节奏与甜美和声。 作者：拉斯·布亚克。 绘图：肖娜·J·C。 坦尼。

How can I practice with all that drumming? Harmony complained to her mom. They were upstairs in the living room. The competition is only two days away. Rhythm needs to practice too, her mom said. You're doing great. Her mom played a scale on the piano and waited. Harmony began to rub her hands together. Her mouth opened, but only a small squeak came out. I—I can't!

敲这么多鼓，我怎么练习呀？ 哈莫妮向妈妈抱怨道。 她们当时在楼上的客厅里。 再过两天比赛就要开始了。 节奏也需要练习呀，妈妈说。 你已经做得很棒啦。 妈妈在钢琴上弹了一个音阶，等着哈莫妮开口。 哈莫妮搓了搓双手。 她张开嘴，只发出了一声小小的吱呀声。 我——我唱不了！

You can, her mom said. You have a wonderful voice. Try again. She played another scale. I can't think with all that thumping. Harmony stormed off to the basement and right up to her brother. Stop it, she screamed. Rhythm stopped playing his drums. What's your problem? he asked.

你可以的，妈妈说。 你的嗓音特别好听。 再试试。 她又弹了一个音阶。 这么大咚咚声，我根本没法集中精神。 哈莫妮气冲冲走到地下室，径直走到哥哥面前。 停下来，她大声喊道。 里特姆停下了打鼓的动作。 你到底怎么了？ 他问道。

You're making a racket to keep me from practicing. Harmony snapped. You're scared I'll win the competition and you'll come in last place. Rhythm rolled his eyes. Yup, that's it. I'm scared of a girl who can't sing in front of other people. Well, it's not like you're going on TV, Harmony said. People will think a baby is banging on some pots and pans. Stop it, you two, Mom said. she was standing at the bottom of the stairs.

你故意弄出这么大噪音，就是不让我练习。 哈莫妮气冲冲地说。 你就是怕我赢了比赛，你拿倒数第一对不对。 里特姆翻了个白眼。 对呀，就是这样。 我居然怕一个不敢在别人面前唱歌的小姑娘。 哼，你这又不是要上电视，哈莫妮说。 别人还以为是小宝宝在敲锅碗瓢盆呢。 你们俩都别闹了，妈妈说。 她正站在楼梯底部。

Harmony, go to your room and practice. You can't hear the drums up there. I'll be up in a minute, Mom said. Harmony sighed and went back upstairs. Rhythm made a face, spun his drumsticks, and started to play. After a few beats, he stopped, took a deep breath, and started again. This time he made it a few more beats before he stopped and shook his head. Everything okay? Mom asked. I'm losing the tempo somehow, Rhythm replied. Could it be nerves? Winning $500 and going on

哈莫妮，回你的房间练习去。 在那儿你就听不到鼓声了。 我一会儿就上来，妈妈说。 哈莫妮叹着气回到了楼上。 里特姆做了个鬼脸，转了转鼓槌，又开始打鼓。 打了几拍之后，他停下来，深吸一口气，又重新开始。 这次他多打了几拍，又停下来摇了摇头。 一切还好吗？ 妈妈问道。 不知道怎么回事，我总是跟不上节拍，里特姆回答。 是紧张了吗？ 赢了能拿五百美元，还能上

They both continued to practice over the next two days, Rhythm downstairs and Harmony upstairs. They still argued during meals. How's the drumming? Harmony would ask. I keep telling Mom to quit banging pots around so I can hear it. What's that? I can't hear you over the squeaking, Rhythm would reply. On it went until Mom told them to stop.

接下来两天，他俩各自继续练习，里特姆在楼下，哈莫妮在楼上。 吃饭的时候他们还是会拌嘴。 你的鼓打得怎么样啦？ 哈莫妮总会这么问。 我都跟妈妈说，别总敲锅弄出声响，我才能练鼓呀。 你说什么？ 你那吱呀声太大我听不清，里特姆会这么回她。 他俩一直吵，直到妈妈叫停才罢休。