Rap-Punk-Zen

Cindy Laughter was a pretty sixteen-year-old girl who loved to sing and compose her own songs. Each time someone got closer to her she would start to sing as loud as she could. But that was not only pretty annoying but also what seemed to be a case for a psychiatric treatment. At least, that was what her parents thought she needed, and what her younger brother felt she was: a nut case.

Everybody who knew her would just say about her: “She’s so unusual!!” And her response was usually, “I drove all night, I am just too tired for that.” Or she simply justified her own attitudes saying, “It’s hard to be me. I have enough of me to want to have you…I love to hate.” And sometimes when people tried really hard to be next to her she would just reply to them: “I don’t want to be your friend, that’s all.”

At school, Cindy was always ahead of her class. She had pretty good marks all of her years, and because she did so well with all her studies, and she was pretty good with all that she did, the teachers told her that she could be dismissed from the last tests which Cindy took as a gift for she felt very blessed to be able to dedicate most of her time into what seemed to be a promising career as a singer and composer.

“Oh, girls just wanna have fun!!” And she just laughed, making whoopee. All that she wanted was just to walk in the sun, to just have fun, sing and dance all day long and all along. She smiled all the way back home and even had one or two ideas to compose a happy song from rap music. She knew that some day she would fall into her dreams.

Her father was not at all happy for having her so early at home. He asked her, “Why aren’t you at school??”

But she didn’t care for all that she wanted was to have another baby. That’s what she called each and every inspiration she had for a new song, “her new baby!”

But her father thought this was not a good way of spending her youth, and much less her expendable afternoons, just listening to music and doin’ nothing. Time after time she kept lying on the ground with a walk-man in her hands and a headphone over her ears, just listening to music and singing along all day long. He kept asking to her, “What are you going to be? How are you going to have a career if you keep living like this, as if you don’t care about what’s happening to the world around you?”

Her mother didn’t like the way she dressed neither. She used to dress herself up as if everyday was a party. She painted her nails on black, her hair in red and had piercing all over her body. She was never invited to any party, though she had many friends, for all her colleagues were very upset by the way she lived, leaving away all the matters that really “matter” and not worrying if people would like her or not. It was not that she was anti-social. It was simply that she was not social at all!!

When she completed nineteen, one year before living her teen times, her father asked her for the last time what she was going to do with her life. She was about to complete her studies on Science and Technology. She was pretty smart and she finished the final tests with excellence. But she was not sure yet if she should give it all up, a future into the tech field to dive into her own world and dedicate her time into techno music. So who was to blame if she had a higher plane?

Her parents thought they had enough of her crazy ideas and eventually they interned her into a mental institution. The tower where they left her was way too tall so that no one could have access to her. There she would learn to live by herself and think a lot about her decisions of becoming a musician. But that only augmented the hole in her heart.

She would spend the next five dreadful years on that tower of high security. But in any way she gave up her dream of being a musician. She composed even more ardently and her passion for music became then an obsession.

Like a cat over the water, she would jump from her bed and come out of her tiny window to look down and way through the fence that separated her from the “sane” people, for she felt so cut out. But from there, from the faraway nearby that it was the place where she once lived, that she could watch the traffics, the hit of the buildings being constructed, and she would listen to the cars honking from the rush hour. And there she could see the true colors from the big city. There she was able to compose even more for the crazy life out there gave her enough inspiration.

Until one day when she saw a handsome guy with a hat full of stars walking on by near her tower. She thought to herself, “He is so unusual!” He looked up and he saw her. She tried to hide herself, but it was too late: he had already seen her face, and he was completely in love. She was in love with him too! She thought, “Maybe he’ll know” with the hope that he would come up there and rescue her. But the guy didn’t know if what he saw was a vision for she ran away so fast as a lightning crashing over that immense tower. But he saw enough to dream about that Cinnamon Girl since then.

The guy’s name was Prince, the Whiz. He had just ended his twenty-year-old career as a pop singer to give up a successful life of glories and fame to say good-bye to the luxury he experienced as a music celebrity to spend the rest of his life as a guru to other celebrities. But still he was a millionaire. “Money changes everything” including his many facets and his career goals. "Baby, I'm a Star” continued to be his motto.

Cindy went to bed that night thinking of him and she bopped her head, crying out loud, “Why would you hide yourself? Take a chance, for a change! That’s what I think.” Then she was really feeling the blues as she rocked over her bed, and kept thinking of him over and over and singing the Unconditional Love she felt for him since that day she saw him. At night she thought:

“My first night without you” and she cried out loud. She then felt really depressed and she couldn’t do anything else but keeping busy listening to music, singing and composing and waiting for “Valentino” the day he would ever come back to her and he would shout, “Let's Go, Crazy!”

In a pretty day in June, though, when Doves Cry, on the sunny side of the street, where the sky appeared to have a tender touch of a brushstroke from a divine source, driving a Little Red Corvette, Prince appeared carrying a bouquet of roses. Under the Cherry Moon, with only the tower as a witness, Prince, the Whiz, asked Cindy Laughter if she would marry him in a pretty romantic scene:

“I Would Die For You!”

While up high in the other side there she was crying and dreaming, “Take Me With You!” She sighed.

“Take Me With You!” At least that’s what he thought he would listen. But Cindy could not hear his desperate appeal, for the tower was so high and she listened to music so loud that she became deaf.

All through the night a purple rain fell. Prince, who let in the rain his vision, left Cindy Laughter’s tower to never return, ever again.

Moral of the Story: Don’t become so in-sect-curious that you won’t be able to belong to no place or dance to the music that plays only for you.

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