posted on Jan, 25 2017 @ 01:53 PM
Alright, Sheddisans, I might be insane but I'm going to try to make the contest. Wish me luck. Here's a peek:
Wolfgang opened his eyes. He had fallen asleep at his pianoforte. He had started on an idea the night before and composed late into the
night. A grand requiem - he would double the brass, double the percussion - it would be brash, and loud. Just the thing for those prudes in
His wild hair askew, he searched for his pen and ink pot as another idea occurred to him - a simple motif, repeated, developed over and over, it grows
and changes. Yes, it should start small, like a seedling struggling up from the ground, then grows and grows to a towering oak! But it doesn't stop
there...more, and more until a forest grows! He could see it all in his head, the notes splashing out onto the staves like sparks spilling from a
He suddenly stopped.
That's not my piano, he thought. With growing alarm, he looked around the room; it was strange. Sparse, brightly lit, and the decor was
strange. It looked like no house he had ever been in.