Billy walked straight to the bathroom, heading to the musi for another music session. I weeks, his musical skills have improved by leaps and bounds. The color of his voice be called not imperfect, maybe acceptable, but as he sings, he feels that his naturalness has been improving expoially.

  -What do you think you're doing? My brother could barely get the grass into the jail, and now you e up with the story that you lost it. - said a voice behind the bathroom door.

  -I'm sorry, I think someoook it; it was under my bed. The iions are at the end of the month; it couldn't have been lost. I didn't tell anyone, and it disappeared this m. - said the nervous boy.

  Billy got caught by the door; for some stupid reason, his curiosity ended up overing his reason, auck to the door to keep listening.

  -Well, you're undoubtedly a damn idiot. One of the Yellow Monkey's gang probably stole it from you. I gave it to you. You're surrounded by brothers; do you think I'm stupid? - said the boy.

  -I'm sorry; I'll get it back. I'll do everything possible to get it again. - said the boy.

  The sound of the sink started to sound; someone was washing their hands.

  -If you don't get it, Buggs, I'll be furious. Even Parks will give you a good beating. - said the boy.

  -Let me fix this; I'll fix it. I'll steal the drug stash hidden in Carter's bunk. That White guy, for sure, won't notice if I steal a little. - said the boy.

  -You're an idiot. Do you think things be solved with aheft? If you it it, no one will back you up. The st war sent several people to the New Mexico correal facility; do you think it's a joke? They say that pce is a hole. - said the boy.

  -I'll do it; it's my fault. Besides, if they stole it from me, they must have it. - said the boy.

  Billy felt they were going to e out, and he ran to the front chair to sit down while trying to pretend to be asleep, or at least make it look like he retending to be asleep.

  The boy who came out ablo! The funny little devil who told jokes and talked about how great it was to be in a pce where you got three meals a day.

  -Billy, what are you doing here? - said Pablo. He was followed by a giant bck guy, perhaps 180 cm tall.

  -I'm waiting for or to up the musi. I hate having to do it alone, and I've been waiting for him for a while. - said Billy.

  -Well, you wait for him on the first floor. Midway. - said the giant boy.

  -Friend, if I go up, the guards hassle me, and I end up doing the work alo's not something I like very much, but those guards are sometimes inhuman. - said Billy, hands in his pockets, raising them in a gesture of peace, trying to hold ba expression of disi, a face, I have to do.

  -What are you guys doing? - said Billy.

  -We're going to the basketball courts to py for a while. This tiger here is a future superstar. - said Pablo.

  -His mere presence is intimidating. you sm-dunk on him? - Billy asked.

  -Of course, Frozt is one of the best basketball pyers in the correal facility; you have to see him jump. - said Pablo.

  Fortunately for Billy, the arrival of or saved him from this unfortable versation.

  -I think I have to go; see you in music, Pablo. - said Billy, taking a deep breath.

  -Sure, e on, Frozt, I have a rick I retly unlocked. Be careful, kid. - said Pablo, who walked toward the park. The basketball court was in a distant er; their voices became weaker.

  -or, wait for me. - said Billy, running to catch up.

  or didn't stop but quied his pace; he was a quiet guy.

  -or, what's up, buddy? If we ahe ing, we finish everything ihan an hour. - said Billy.

  -Billy, how have you been? - said or. His words alone reassured Billy; he already felt better.

  -I'm doing what I , although every time, it's harder for me to uand the rhythm of the correal facility. - said Billy.

  -Just stay away from the middle. - said or.

  -It sounds plicated when everyone wants to take sides. Besides, if I stay away from the middle, I might get involved in some fight. - said Billy.

  Many words, were unanswered by or. The ing area was an hour in which both worked hard. The csses with Professor Spencer were very important for or and Billy due to all the teags he could impart.

  They reached the ing area and started w diligently to the hallway, and the windows, and anize everything for when Professor Spencer arrived to open the musi. He worked at the correal facility on Mondays, Wednesdays, Thursdays, and Fridays. So it was the duty of the students to wait for him to work on those days on their piano skills as much as possible.

  Spencer arrived with his dazed smile and a gaze lost in a world only known to him. He was wearing a bck tuxedo with a brown wool vest under his jacket, without a tie. The heat was unbearable, but he liked to wear wool vests made by his grandmother.

  -Ah, leasant young men. - said Spencer, opening the heavy wooden door to his favorite music haven. Although it looked old, and many instruments were donated, it was beautiful to Spencer.

  -Good m, maestro. - said Billy. After two weeks as a music student, although his progress wasn't as exg as he ohought it would be, since his system allowed him to learhing four times faster with a suitable teacher, that four multiplied to six times faster, he still needed a lot of work to master the piano.

  -Ahhhh, another day practig music, boys. Doesn't it feel pleasant? Today, or, you'll practice your voice. Leave the drums and py only the cymbals. If you improve the way you use the cymbals, your notes will sound more harmonious. Follow the rhythm with Billy in the song.

  Professor Spencer is undoubtedly a very diligent teacher who has created his methods to improve certain skills. After a long time, he decided that Billy should work on something that would develop his voi the best way. So he brought musi the incredible Luo Pavarotti, a CD he bought at Target for 17. Six opera songs that would teach Billy to sing properly.

  Professor Speook out the d the small cassette and CD pyer, a gift from the superinte and the only one he has made so far. Pavarotti's voice pyed in the background,

  ...

  La donna è mobileQual piuma al ventoMuta d'atoE di pensiero

  Sempre un amabileLeggiadro visoIn pianto o in risoè menzognero

  La donna è mobil'Qual piuma al ventoMuta d'atoE di pensierE di pensierE di pensier

  è sempre miseroChi a lei s'affidaChi a le fidaMal cauto il core

  Pur mai noesiFelice appienoChi su quel senoNon liba amore

  La donna è mobileQual piuma al ventoMuta d'atoE di pensierE di pensierE di pensier (Pensier, pensier)[1]

  ….

  -Well, my dear boy, you'll have to sing that song with all the care you muster. Try not to stretuch or force your voice. Just follow the rhythm of this. And then, we'll practice the steps. - Spencer said to Billy.

  Turning to or.

  -You'll py along with the song, using your cymbals. Try to add your touch, remember, soft hits, ges. e on, d, add your rhythm without disrupting the song. Opera is a fantasy. - Spencer said, listening to Pavarotti's song and dang pyfully. His happiness was so tagious that both Billy and or were ied.

  Billy tried to pronounce as best as he could, but the Italiaed certain difficulties, quite challenging for him, given the forms.

  -Maestro, it's plicated. - Billy said, trying to mimic Luo Pavarotti's Italian vocals.

  -Of course, it is, d. But you have a musical talent; you just o try and try. Try humming softly: pa-paaa-paa-paa-paaaaaa-papa-pa-PA-pa-pa. - Spencer said, following Pavarotti's rhythm with his voice.

  -I'll give it a shot. - Billy said, starting to follow the rhythm with the "pa."

  This is surprisingly easy! - Billy thought after an hour of practig the same song quietly, pag bad forth.

  -I think I got it now, maestro. - Billy said, catg the music trick. He saw the gss of water beside him and drank it. These singers put in the effort.

  -Show us then. - Spencer said, pying "La donna e mobile" again, this time more fluently.

  -Perfeow try this, a mix of "pa" and "ta." - Spencer said, demonstrating the exercise with these two sylbles in a sequence.

  Billy nodded, and this time, more skillfully, he mastered it ihan 20 minutes, surprising Spencer.

  -Let's try the song with your voice. While you were practig, I noted a bit about how you should pronounce. I'll bring you a monosylbic Italian diary from the library tomorrow. - Spencer said.

  -Maestro, tomorrow is Tuesday. - or said.

  -Right, I'll bring it on Wednesday, d. - Spencer said.

  At the end of the css, Billy felt a slight improvement in his pronunciation.

  - I keep this copy? - Billy asked.

  -Of course, of course. Now, tih the "pa" and "ta" exercises, but try to asd. Focus your energy, and use sonorous hits. Let the strength e from the diaphragm. And when you have that, try "pam, pam," stretg the "mmm." Just take a good breath; it'll help improve your air intake. Dare to sing. - Spencer enced.

  -Perfect. -

  [1] La donna e mobile: Rigoletto: listen to that song, it's a bit old, but surely listening to it live by a singer must be the wonder of wonders.