All in a Day's Dance

By L.R. Lane

All in a Day's Dance is a story about artistry and self-image.

Truchsia Winbuckle secretly draws characters of dancers who reflect who she would like to be until she introduces one very different character and makes him the manager of her dreams.

When she gives him all the qualities and power for bringing her aspirations to life it is a mistake, but oh how the music plays.

Truchsia is totally taken into a spell-like adventure wishing for more and when the unusual playlist of music unfolds it parallels her daily life becoming her TW Suite and she is determined to have it all by continuing to pursue happiness in her love life and career and leaving her lone-country childhood life behind for good.

To Truchsia her enigmatic manager is the key to a puzzle which she is unable to figure out - where the music is coming from - what it means to her and how she can become victorious to have her sense of well-being and gain control of her raw creative energy.
Considering how the music Truchsia is hearing actually exists for anyone else to hear makes this is more than just a story and not only that, the scenarios and music are demonstrated together in the setting of a website, www.allinadaysdance.com where certain factors unbeknownst even to Truchsia are revealed.

• Language: English
• Publisher: L.R. Lane
• Release date: May 21, 2012
• ISBN: 9781476398495

L.R. Lane

L.R. Lane is an author/composer and through all of his creative endeavors he has learned that one element weaves its way throughout the creative process and that is how fallacious thinking is the foe of creativity.He has personified it in his eBook All in a Day's Dance and augmented it with music called The TW Suite.Choosing to write about the subject has taken many years of honing his ideas into an entertaining yet meaningful context that he hopes readers will resonate with.In order to bring the message of his writing to the forefront his cyber tale of music is uniquely featured at his website www.allinadaysdance.com

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All In a Day’s Dance

by L.R. Lane

Written for the TW Suite

Copyright 2010 L.R. Lane

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Table of Contents

Prologue

Chapter 1 – Midnight Echoes of the Concert Hall

Chapter 2 – Farrago’s Fling

Chapter 3 – Strange Wonder

Chapter 4 – Rebus’s Window

Chapter 5 – Pondering Crossroads

Chapter 6 – Dancing with Yesterday’s Shadows

Chapter 7 – Behind the Silhouette

Chapter 8 – The Nomad Non-conformity

Chapter 9 –The Lark’s Masquerade

Chapter 10 – Jape’s Riddle

Chapter 11 – A ‘Round About Solution

Chapter 12 – Moonlit Escapade

Chapter 13 – Rebus’s Eclipse

Epilogue

Prologue

The main character, Truchsia, experiences an unconditional puzzle of guilty pleasures in a way that might strike a common chord with some readers. There is no cause for concern though, seeing that her story is purely fictional.

She always has a song in her heart to get her through the day – knowing all the while that she has to be game for facing the music.

If one resolves to discover the key in the title, strung together to let the whole wide world pass through, Truchsia might extend the invitation to share her most private suite with anyone who is interested.

On the other hand, out of respect for Truchsia’s privacy, envisioning the music continuously transforming for her dances could be one’s own guilty pleasure.

1

Midnight Echoes of the Concert Hall

Music from the evening’s concert was echoing through Truchsia’s mind, on her way home. She often rearranged stirring phrases from the repertoire, to counterpoint with her own melodies for fun. As impromptu as a gesture of reflex, the vivid image of the amorous couple in the front row of the theatre occurred to her. The pair seemed to blend into the sonic backdrop, which made her wonder if music was able to take someone into another world.

She turned the key in her apartment door to enter, and beads of water dripped off of her guitar case when she set it down on the floor of her suite. Somehow she was caught in the still of the moment, where reflection met with the day’s end, yet the repercussions of unsolved thoughts were like floating melodies.

Even though she was having little trouble learning the works being played by her new group called, The Harmonizers of the Inner City, the life of the metropolis with its concerts, and fancy restaurants made the pace of daily life exciting, yet more overwhelming than anything she had ever known before.

No specific place in her past was anywhere she would refer to as home, due to the constant uprooting her father and mother took the family through, making Truchsia feel detached in some way. Her mother did not have a job and her father was indeed employed, though Truchsia had no idea of what kind of work he did, or who his employer was, since he never talked about his occupation candidly.

It was not easy being the new kids on the block, but she and her brother became adept at making a game of it. I bet you, I can remember more names of the kids in my class than you, Joseph her brother said, after the first day of school. Always up for a challenge, Truchsia – if a name did not come to her – would often make one up until Joseph caught on that she was improvising.

Truchsia recalled a real estate agent, Samson Carter from the big city, coming to their house on one of those pre-moving days, sporting a stylish suit and carrying a briefcase. By his business card she could tell that he was independent and accomplished. At one point during a discussion her father was having with Samson, her father declared, Any place on the outskirts of suburbia is heaven compared to that sinful, mad-dash urban world. Mr. Carter seemed a little perplexed and replied, Maybe for some people; it’s really a matter of taste. Truchsia drew from his response that being from the big city had a different flavor, and she was curious about how it would taste. Her mother seemed quite happy just to have her own garden where she could grow her favorite flowers, and some vegetables.

Truchsia gravitated to music at an early age, and her father said he believed she inherited the family music gene, once remarking, Our little girl has music in her. We need to hear it come out. As for our boy – I don’t think so.

Her connection to music began with violin lessons, having an uncle who was once a well known concert violinist, until he lost the end of one of his fingers to a vicious dog, while on his way home from a rehearsal. He sent many letters to Truschia’s father over the years, and although she never had an opportunity to meet her illustrious uncle, her father was determined that his daughter would follow in his brother Bertrum’s musical footsteps in some way.

That’s your Uncle Bert playing, her dad often mentioned while listening to his favorite recordings. Bert played in a European symphony you know – the music of Dimitri Shostakovich, one of the greatest Soviet composers! Truchsia did not share her dad’s love for that style of music, but enjoyed the singing quality of all the string instruments, and she continued with her violin lessons, out of a desire to realize her true musical personality.

Her mother always made sure that she and her brother attended a church wherever they moved to, regardless of the denomination. When they were very young kids sitting at the kitchen table one day, their mom tried to instill in them a sense of purpose, You need good values or you will lose your way. Go to church and learn the lessons they will teach you, and you will stay on track. Truchsia always said her prayers before getting into bed.

She was careful about certain questions when talking to her dad; he was always secretive about something. Once she asked him if he had girlfriends as a young man. His eyes darted sideways as he turned his head away, That’s not something you need to know, he said, muffling the words as if to hide some discomfort, and that was the last mention of the topic.

Later in her life, Truchsia discovered that her father’s original name was Sydney. Sydney had spent several years with the military, and after he had received his discharge, lived in Denmark for a short period of time. Money was difficult for him to come by, so he was compelled to live in a room beneath a cabaret where the rent was within his means. He hated being in such close quarters with the late night partiers and loud music, promising himself that at some point he would take pleasure in a peaceful lifestyle.

One day, Sydney met an attractive young woman on her way out of the cabaret. How many krone do I need to ride across town? she asked him. He helped her out, eventually getting to know her over the coming weeks. Her name was Elvira, and she was a classically trained dancer, who worked for some of the theatre groups in town; when opportunities were available, she danced for ballet troupes.

His fondness for Elvira grew rapidly, and he hoped to take it a lot further if the feeling was mutual. However, just as suddenly as she had walked into his life, Elvira was gone, and Sydney never heard from her again.

The past relationships of Gladys, Truchsia’s mother, were seldom discussed, and when they were, her tales were ordinary. Gladys loved beautiful things, and her favorite flower was