Journal # 3

Ella Fitzgerald was a jazz and scat singer during the Harlem Renaissance. She had a rough childhood, and was even homeless for a while. These hardships helped shape her into the singer and person that she was. She drew on these hard memories to put emotion into her songs. She won 13 grammies over her 59 year career. She had a very wide vocal range, and sang various styles of music. On stage she was confident and loud, but off stage she was quite shy.
My dialect is Vampire/Transylvanian. Grammar: No contractions, use lots of commas, long sentances. Vocabulary: Use a large intellectual vocabulary, very dark imagery, speak formally, distant, and old fashioned. Pronunciation: W is pronounced as V, consonants are short and vowels are long, enunciate very clearly, i as in wish becomes ee (weesh).

"Shoo boop be do bop bop bop ba da-," Ella scatted to herself in her sleep.
"Mees Ella. My name ees Vlad, and I vant you to know that I am quite an afeecionado of your vork," said Vlad calmly, sweeping into the room.
"Well, um, Hello again Mr. Dragos. I must still be dreaming. Um, thank you sir," Sputtered Ella confusedly, waking up, "I always, um, appreciate a fan-"
"Yes, you are dreaming. I have a proposal for you. Eef you agree to geeve to me all of the music that I desire, I veell give you something vonderful in return, something sought after, keelled for, eenvaluable. I veell give you, ETERNAL LIFE!," Vlad proclaimed.
Ella inched away and nervously replied, "Well, when you, when you told me you were a talent scout earlier today, that's not exactly the offer I was expecting." She giggled lamely.
"Do not vaste my time. Answer me, or I veell lose my patience. I do not appreciate people who vaste my time, and people I do not appreciate do not end up vell," snarled Vlad.
"I, I want, you should, please leave," Ella muttered quickly getting scared, "I'll call the cops!"
"You are not scared. You veell take my offer," Vlad said, his voice smooth and soft.
"Ok, yeah. I'll take your offer," Ella said sleepily.
"Good. Now I vill bestow upon you the most vonderful geeft anyvone can geeve," said Vlad, preparing to bite.
Ella's eyes snapped open. "What?," she asked, "No, what am I saying? Who are you? Get out!"
Vlad's voice was like honey again as he said, "Go back to sleep. Eet ees just a dream, afterall."
She quietly mumbled about calling the police as she fell back asleep, "And you'll go to jail, and..."
"Finally. After all these years! A companion to join me een death," exclaimed Vlad.