One day, after school, Sangeet had exciting news. "Dad, Dad, Dad! The most super-duper, best thing ever happened at recess today!" "There were noises everywhere--the teeter-totter was bouncing, the swings were squeaking, and all the kids were laughing and screaming. Then, through it all, I heard the most incredible beat in my head! It's perfect for my tabla! I'll play it now so you can hear it, too." Sangeet sat down criss-crossed at her tabla. She flexed her fingers and gave her wrists a good shake. Then she took a deep breath, straightened her posture, and began to play. Dhin Dhin Dha Geh Thit Kit. She tried it again. Dhin Dhin Dha Geh Thit Kit. Hmmm. Still not quite right. She looked at her dad in confusion. "Dad, I've got half a beat stuck in my head and there's something missing. What am I going to do; what am I going to doooo?" "I'm sure you'll figure it out. You always do," Sangeet's dad replied with confidence. Excerpted from Sangeet and the Missing Beat by Kiranjot Kaur All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.
