Rockin' Rhythm and Sweet Harmony

Rockin' Rhythm and Sweet Harmony

" 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! "

" 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.

" 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. “ Yep, 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.

“ 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 five hundred dollars and going on TV is a big deal, " Mom said. " I don't know. " Rhythm shrugged. " I should keep practicing. " " If it helps, you're sounding really good. " “ Thanks, Mom, " Rhythm said.

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.