Thursday, February 16, 2006

Maestro

The mindless new sounds leaped out of the composer’s brain to jump into reality. They appeared out of nothing. The composer didn’t know he was doing this. He slept. His notes just leapt out while he slept.

The composer could understand why he wasn’t able to blend it all together. He slept after working for 36 hrs straight. He couldn’t crack it. His notes knew what the problem was. The guitar and the drum kit had a fight in the morning about the importance of beat verses the lead. They refused to work together.

The drums met the guitars in the middle of the imaginary dance floor where they had their dance down. The dancing began as the wind instruments looked on. The calculated steps of the drums were eating into the lead of the smooth gliding of the guitar.

The composer woke up as if from a very noisy dream.

The wind instruments reminded the warring tribes about the Union Regulations. They grudgingly got back to work and fixed the tune.

A compromise was reached just when the composer decided to commit suicide at his inability to create a tune in a week. He set up the chair and fan arrangement. It happened right there as he climbed the chair. A rush of energy as the music jumped into his consciousness.

He knew how to make the music work by them itself.

Another Addition to the long list of substandard music.

Comments:
amazing...great flow...appeals to myover vivid imaginative mind....
 
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