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Song of the Compass
That demonstration captivated me. Chorus and strings have united that could inspire thousands... perhaps millions. As a graduating violinist, I would know. They came up to hand me its sheet and requested I play this song for tomorrow's ceremony. Too mesmerised to look into its name, I kept listening. I expected this to be our greatest farewell song, and I ran captivated to practise it.
Deep in the city of Munich, I drove home on a scooter. Sharp breezes welcomed me on a land bridge. Their hugs suddenly snatched at my satchel. I let go off one of the bars in attempt to save it... I could hear paper spilling and soaring away.
I stopped in the middle of the bridge to see the remains of the sheet ride the winds. Several tears accompanied them. That was it. I left the scene in total loss, clutching my beloved violin.
My GPS echoed an arrival tone. I opened the door to my house feeling complete indifference to yesterday – hard work for nothing. The family reassured me to do another song, yet I couldn't compare just about anything to that lyrical tune I've listened to in the past. There was no way to recover that sheet in time for tomorrow, let alone hear what the whole song sounded like. I blocked out every dinner conversation and noise in effort to remember the chords. Slowly I could sense the tune disappearing from my memory. I closed my eyes, praying not to lose it forever...
Then I heard it.
I opened my eyes in disbelief. It's still playing in my head. I wished for it never to stop. A few relieved seconds later, I looked around to find our television on. At the credits of a romantic movie, walls of text flowed as it kept playing. I darted to scan the text, looking for the film's name. It was in Norwegian: Lys av kompasset.
In the remaining hours of night, I practised the song from the credits of a film, picturing what the chords would look like on a sheet. My disturbed family left me in peace, and I loved them for that. Again and again I skipped an entire timeline for a single song, weaving sound around the strings and sowing it into the core of my memories. I was ready.
On the fated day, as I stepped up with instrument accoutred, a man holding a set of papers greeted me. I was immensely appalled to be welcomed by Thomas Bergersen himself, who confided to me his journey: A scattered musical sheet alongside the breeze welcomed him on holiday. A flyer presenting the details of a graduation ceremony directed him here to see his own song be played. Setting the papers on a stand, he whispered to me, “Good luck.”
In front of thousands, perhaps millions, and the composer, I took a final glance at the song's name before playing, eyes again closed.
“Compass” - Miracles
For the lazy googlers, use this for the song, or as a jukebox
This story is inspired by Whiplash and music from Two Steps from Hell, composed by many artists including Thomas Bergersen. The movie reference isn't real, though the song is. Written for MGB's flash-fiction contest based on the theme "Luck".
Blog Contest Page: Here
If you like this project, give it a diamond! If you want to see more of my work, subscribe!
That demonstration captivated me. Chorus and strings have united that could inspire thousands... perhaps millions. As a graduating violinist, I would know. They came up to hand me its sheet and requested I play this song for tomorrow's ceremony. Too mesmerised to look into its name, I kept listening. I expected this to be our greatest farewell song, and I ran captivated to practise it.
Deep in the city of Munich, I drove home on a scooter. Sharp breezes welcomed me on a land bridge. Their hugs suddenly snatched at my satchel. I let go off one of the bars in attempt to save it... I could hear paper spilling and soaring away.
I stopped in the middle of the bridge to see the remains of the sheet ride the winds. Several tears accompanied them. That was it. I left the scene in total loss, clutching my beloved violin.
My GPS echoed an arrival tone. I opened the door to my house feeling complete indifference to yesterday – hard work for nothing. The family reassured me to do another song, yet I couldn't compare just about anything to that lyrical tune I've listened to in the past. There was no way to recover that sheet in time for tomorrow, let alone hear what the whole song sounded like. I blocked out every dinner conversation and noise in effort to remember the chords. Slowly I could sense the tune disappearing from my memory. I closed my eyes, praying not to lose it forever...
Then I heard it.
I opened my eyes in disbelief. It's still playing in my head. I wished for it never to stop. A few relieved seconds later, I looked around to find our television on. At the credits of a romantic movie, walls of text flowed as it kept playing. I darted to scan the text, looking for the film's name. It was in Norwegian: Lys av kompasset.
In the remaining hours of night, I practised the song from the credits of a film, picturing what the chords would look like on a sheet. My disturbed family left me in peace, and I loved them for that. Again and again I skipped an entire timeline for a single song, weaving sound around the strings and sowing it into the core of my memories. I was ready.
On the fated day, as I stepped up with instrument accoutred, a man holding a set of papers greeted me. I was immensely appalled to be welcomed by Thomas Bergersen himself, who confided to me his journey: A scattered musical sheet alongside the breeze welcomed him on holiday. A flyer presenting the details of a graduation ceremony directed him here to see his own song be played. Setting the papers on a stand, he whispered to me, “Good luck.”
In front of thousands, perhaps millions, and the composer, I took a final glance at the song's name before playing, eyes again closed.
“Compass” - Miracles
For the lazy googlers, use this for the song, or as a jukebox
This story is inspired by Whiplash and music from Two Steps from Hell, composed by many artists including Thomas Bergersen. The movie reference isn't real, though the song is. Written for MGB's flash-fiction contest based on the theme "Luck".
Blog Contest Page: Here
If you like this project, give it a diamond! If you want to see more of my work, subscribe!
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practice is spelled with a s as i practise
(I ran enraptured) should it be encaptured?
Perhaps I should replace enraptured with captivated... Thanks again!