The Power of Music
So, I'm doing a challenge with a few friends (Jen, Katlynn, and Jess) to see if we can do 50,000 words by June 30th (though for Jen and I, we're trying for by June 27th for a personal challenge). My story's a bit dark, but it is what it is. However, I was doing a word challenge with Jen tonight, and I kind of just spaced and let my fingers type what they would, and this is the result. I kind of love it. However, before I let you read it, you have to have a little background.
The original idea was for one person to get stalked by another person. That was literally all I really had, then it evolved thanks to a lot of late night conversations. Anyway, now, Emy is being stalked by this girl, Angie, who is dating a guy named Brad. Angie currently transferred from the rich-kid school across town to the public high school to be near Emy, and she hasn't been talking to her boyfriend, Brad, since then. Emy plays flute in the marching band. This is what I typed tonight, and kind of fell in love with.
Angie sighed, leaning back as she contemplated what to do with Brad. She had put her phone on silent as soon as Emy came out, and the radio had been off for most of the night. Emy and her flute provided the perfect background noise, even if the tone of Angie's thoughts had gone rather the opposite direction of the sweet, soft melody that Emy was playing.
However, that changed rather quickly.
The tone of Angie's thoughts got darker and darker, and Emy's music began to take a twisted turn. It started off soft and calm, but then it became almost violent, the hard trills and startingly high notes matching the chaos raging in Angie's head. She found that the way the music swayed, that solo, sharp flute noise moved through her head, it seemed to direct her thoughts, as though the sweet girl across the parking lot was trying to tell her what to do. Emy would never, ever willingly hurt someone - she didn't have a mean bone in her body - but her music seemed to be chasing Angie's thoughts, leading them like a shepard leads unruly sheep into their pin after a long day. The music chased her thoughts around, corralling them until there was only one possible path they could go on, a path that would end in evil, a path with no return, one-way traffic.
A path that could change the lives of more than just the two women in the parking lot that night.
Suddenly, the music turned again, taking a sudden sad and somber turn after breaking off harshly with a rather loud note. A soft pause, then it led into an almost mournful melody, one that could cause Angie to almost see Brad's mother, tears streaming down her face. It was as though the melody that had worked so hard to lead Angie down the path was now showing her the consequences of her present course of action. Would it be easy for her to try to face those who knew him after she did what she was considering? Her warped mind said that it would be no more than a play, a drama that she could let unfold at her own pace, do her own thing her own way, just the way she always had. The melody seemed to remind her again that it was there, a soft trill catching her attention again before she listened to the music again, her eyes drifting shut.
So, anyway. That's what I've written about that passage. There's more to it, and I may post more snippets later, but this is all I wanna share. =D Sooo... yeah. That's it for now.
The original idea was for one person to get stalked by another person. That was literally all I really had, then it evolved thanks to a lot of late night conversations. Anyway, now, Emy is being stalked by this girl, Angie, who is dating a guy named Brad. Angie currently transferred from the rich-kid school across town to the public high school to be near Emy, and she hasn't been talking to her boyfriend, Brad, since then. Emy plays flute in the marching band. This is what I typed tonight, and kind of fell in love with.
Angie sighed, leaning back as she contemplated what to do with Brad. She had put her phone on silent as soon as Emy came out, and the radio had been off for most of the night. Emy and her flute provided the perfect background noise, even if the tone of Angie's thoughts had gone rather the opposite direction of the sweet, soft melody that Emy was playing.
However, that changed rather quickly.
The tone of Angie's thoughts got darker and darker, and Emy's music began to take a twisted turn. It started off soft and calm, but then it became almost violent, the hard trills and startingly high notes matching the chaos raging in Angie's head. She found that the way the music swayed, that solo, sharp flute noise moved through her head, it seemed to direct her thoughts, as though the sweet girl across the parking lot was trying to tell her what to do. Emy would never, ever willingly hurt someone - she didn't have a mean bone in her body - but her music seemed to be chasing Angie's thoughts, leading them like a shepard leads unruly sheep into their pin after a long day. The music chased her thoughts around, corralling them until there was only one possible path they could go on, a path that would end in evil, a path with no return, one-way traffic.
A path that could change the lives of more than just the two women in the parking lot that night.
Suddenly, the music turned again, taking a sudden sad and somber turn after breaking off harshly with a rather loud note. A soft pause, then it led into an almost mournful melody, one that could cause Angie to almost see Brad's mother, tears streaming down her face. It was as though the melody that had worked so hard to lead Angie down the path was now showing her the consequences of her present course of action. Would it be easy for her to try to face those who knew him after she did what she was considering? Her warped mind said that it would be no more than a play, a drama that she could let unfold at her own pace, do her own thing her own way, just the way she always had. The melody seemed to remind her again that it was there, a soft trill catching her attention again before she listened to the music again, her eyes drifting shut.
So, anyway. That's what I've written about that passage. There's more to it, and I may post more snippets later, but this is all I wanna share. =D Sooo... yeah. That's it for now.