Lauren's father followed as Lauren snaked through the crowd, following the wonderful sound. Finally the two of them found what Lauren was after. Five men in matching T-shirts were bent over round drums perched on stands. Soume drums were silvery; others were painted in bright colors.
"It's a steel band," Dad said. "They're playing songs I remember from my childhood. Amazing!"
"Oh, Dad, wouldn't it be great to make sounds like that?" Maybe I could make a steel drum!" She looked up at him with her sweetest smile. "Maybe we could make a steel drum, together."
The band finished a song. One player stood up straight and held out his hand. "They call me shorty," he said.
Lauren's father grinned. Even he had to look up to this tall man. "Nice to meet you," Dad said. "My daughter here thinks she'd like to make a steel drum."
shorty chuckled. "Oh, my, I don't think so," he said. "That's like saying maybe you could sit down and make a piano! Sure, when folks in Trinidad first started playing steel drums, tehy made their own. The first pan men- that's what players are called - used garbage can lids and old oil drums. They made pans out of any old metal cans they could get hold of."
"Are there pan women too?" Lauren asked.
"There are now, but that's not the only change. Pans are now fine instruments; they're all handmade. People study for years to learn how to tune them. They're not really drums, either, because they carry a melody. So we usually call them steel pans."
Shorty's pan was a smooth bowl, with small round hollows around the edge. he tapped different parts with mallet, a stikce with a soft rubber tip. The notes rang out smooth and clear.
"Now thie pan here has a range of twenty-four notes," he explained. "Different pans have different voices. They're like the soprano and alto and tenor and bass singers in a chorus. It depends on the diamter and depth of the drum. This one has a high voice, a soprano; it usually carries the melody."
"Did you make this pan?" Lauren asked.
"None of us in the band make our own pans," shorty said. "I buy them from the maker, who makes them by hand using all kinds of special tools. You need the right tools and a good ear to tune a pan, too, just like you'd need for tuning a piano."
Lauren's father looked thoughtful. "i'm pretty handy with tools. Couldn't we make a kind of amateur pan? I guess we don't really want to play in a steel band."
Lauren almost cried out, but she stopped herself. Oh, Dad, you are wrong, wrong, wrong about that, she thought. I plan to be a pan woman in a steel band - just you wait and see!
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