She walked into that room with the confidence of an elephant. If there wasn't room enough for her, than she was going to make her own space. They called her name and she stepped to the center of the stage.
"What are going to do for us today?"
"Sing," she said confidently with an air that put the judges at odds with her immediately. It is amazing how one word can set a person off or calm them down. Words had been spinning around Natasha her whole life. Unfortunately, she seldom paid attention to them and the impact that they had on her own little world. People often wanted to strike after they heard her speak. It was not so much the things she said as it was the space in between the words. The inflections, her gaze, the rise and fall of that space that people seldom pay attention to. Because the space in between the words tell the truth.
"Which song will you be singing?"
"It's an original piece."
"OK, well let's have it then-" When Natasha began to sing, it truly was like glass breaking, but not the shattering kind. It was a slow crack that gradually spread across that favorite mirror or the window sill in your car. She started off alright. You think,
"maybe this girl has got something," and then the quietest little break in the glass. She was the kind of singer that you couldn't put your finger on what was wrong or what was right. So you just had to decide
"I don't like it" and go on with your life. Besides, it wasn't like anybody could tell Natasha anything about all the things that she thought she knew, until she met Ms. Thing-
(c) Jamillah Warner, www.gospelnerve.com, I got the nerve to say . . .
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