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Authors: Neeny Boucher
Tags: Romance, Literature & Fiction, Contemporary, Romantic Comedy, Contemporary Fiction, Contemporary Women, Women's Fiction
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was too stubborn for that.
Rather than being sympathetic to Christina’s plight, the music wars began. Music had always played an important role in the Martin family as a way of bonding and communicating with one another. The Martins came from a long line of musicians and they, themselves, had once been a family act. Christina had been trained classically as an opera singer, until the age of 14, when she refused to continue. She didn’t sing publicly now and knew it disappointed her family, but she decided long ago that she didn’t want a career in music.
It was here, that Christina decided to extract some form of petty revenge. Practical jokes and pranks were Martin family tradition. Whoever got up first, ruled the music selection and whoever broke first, lost the war. Christina set her alarm for 5:00 a.m. to make sure she was up earliest to inflict syrupy pop music on her family.
Both Johnny and Dad were pathological music snobs about contemporary pop music. Christina took particular delight in playing anything by Britney Spears, Justin Bieber, One Direction and Carly Rae Jepson. She also played Flo Rida’s “Whistle Song” that Dad found borderline obscene.
Britney’s “Toxic” was a particular favorite that Christina played on repeat, hoping her family would acknowledge the unsubtle sub-text of the song to how she viewed Shanwick. Christina wondered which one of them would break first, but to her own surprise: it was her. When “Toxic” played for the tenth time, Johnny looked at her, closed his eyes and started shaking his head from side to side. “MMMMM,” he sung and launched into the chorus.
She burst out laughing. Christina couldn’t help it because Johnny’s voice was so deep and this was the opposite of what he usually sung. Her laughter turned into howls as Johnny started dancing to the riff of the song. He pulled a face, clenched his hands into fists, and started crumping.
Laughingly, Johnny pulled her into his arms and they started dancing. “Sing it, Dina” and so she had. Even Dad was laughing. He came over and hugged her. “See, singing is as easy as breathing for you, Dina, and necessary.”
Although it was difficult for her to concede, she knew Dad had a point. From thereon in, the atmosphere changed in the Martin house and she joined in on everything. She even joined in on the bickering, backing Johnny for Jimi Hendrix and Dad for the Beatles over the Rolling Stones, but refused to call on the best song ever.
“Sweet child o’ mine” versus “Stairway to Heaven?” Christina thought, “Not-touching-that.” It would make the Middle East look peaceful.
They sang together as much as they could with all of them singing or reworking covers to make them their own. They practiced until they got it perfect and Dad was so impressed, he suggested they release versions under Johnny’s label, but Christina waved that idea away. It was Johnny’s domain, not hers and she had no intention of venturing into that field.
By the time it came to painting, Christina was enjoying herself much more than she believed possible. To her surprise, Dad gave the responsibility of choosing the color scheme of the house to her. She figured it wasn’t much of a choice between her and Johnny, but she was still secretly honored.
The upside to all this, was her time in Shanwick was almost at an end and it had passed without incident. Once the painting was finished, she was free to leave, but she wasn’t as happy about it as she thought she would be. Apart from the early altercations with Dad and Johnny, she had enjoyed her time with them.
The downside was that she would have to venture outside the house and into town. Christina didn’t lack for courage, but the thought made her nervous. She didn’t know many people who enjoyed being an object of hatred and scorn. She had been well insulated and protected from most people
Rather than being sympathetic to Christina’s plight, the music wars began. Music had always played an important role in the Martin family as a way of bonding and communicating with one another. The Martins came from a long line of musicians and they, themselves, had once been a family act. Christina had been trained classically as an opera singer, until the age of 14, when she refused to continue. She didn’t sing publicly now and knew it disappointed her family, but she decided long ago that she didn’t want a career in music.
It was here, that Christina decided to extract some form of petty revenge. Practical jokes and pranks were Martin family tradition. Whoever got up first, ruled the music selection and whoever broke first, lost the war. Christina set her alarm for 5:00 a.m. to make sure she was up earliest to inflict syrupy pop music on her family.
Both Johnny and Dad were pathological music snobs about contemporary pop music. Christina took particular delight in playing anything by Britney Spears, Justin Bieber, One Direction and Carly Rae Jepson. She also played Flo Rida’s “Whistle Song” that Dad found borderline obscene.
Britney’s “Toxic” was a particular favorite that Christina played on repeat, hoping her family would acknowledge the unsubtle sub-text of the song to how she viewed Shanwick. Christina wondered which one of them would break first, but to her own surprise: it was her. When “Toxic” played for the tenth time, Johnny looked at her, closed his eyes and started shaking his head from side to side. “MMMMM,” he sung and launched into the chorus.
She burst out laughing. Christina couldn’t help it because Johnny’s voice was so deep and this was the opposite of what he usually sung. Her laughter turned into howls as Johnny started dancing to the riff of the song. He pulled a face, clenched his hands into fists, and started crumping.
Laughingly, Johnny pulled her into his arms and they started dancing. “Sing it, Dina” and so she had. Even Dad was laughing. He came over and hugged her. “See, singing is as easy as breathing for you, Dina, and necessary.”
Although it was difficult for her to concede, she knew Dad had a point. From thereon in, the atmosphere changed in the Martin house and she joined in on everything. She even joined in on the bickering, backing Johnny for Jimi Hendrix and Dad for the Beatles over the Rolling Stones, but refused to call on the best song ever.
“Sweet child o’ mine” versus “Stairway to Heaven?” Christina thought, “Not-touching-that.” It would make the Middle East look peaceful.
They sang together as much as they could with all of them singing or reworking covers to make them their own. They practiced until they got it perfect and Dad was so impressed, he suggested they release versions under Johnny’s label, but Christina waved that idea away. It was Johnny’s domain, not hers and she had no intention of venturing into that field.
By the time it came to painting, Christina was enjoying herself much more than she believed possible. To her surprise, Dad gave the responsibility of choosing the color scheme of the house to her. She figured it wasn’t much of a choice between her and Johnny, but she was still secretly honored.
The upside to all this, was her time in Shanwick was almost at an end and it had passed without incident. Once the painting was finished, she was free to leave, but she wasn’t as happy about it as she thought she would be. Apart from the early altercations with Dad and Johnny, she had enjoyed her time with them.
The downside was that she would have to venture outside the house and into town. Christina didn’t lack for courage, but the thought made her nervous. She didn’t know many people who enjoyed being an object of hatred and scorn. She had been well insulated and protected from most people
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