A Child and the Musician- Part 1

Two weeks earlier, a boy stole a guitar.

Eight Forty-Three; He ran past the old statue of Raul.  Eight Forty-Five; He took the narrow steps three at a time.  Eight Fifty-Seven; He jumped.

The statue remained still as always.  The portrait of Raul hung in the large hallway just beyond the stairs.  It watched as he sprinted by, and it followed his course to the balcony.  It watched him jump.

The ship named Raul rocked easily as he came falling from the balcony.  He hit the water, but the ship did not even notice.

Two weeks earlier, a boy stole a guitar.

He used to sit on the rocks that overlooked the stage where the greatest musicians would come to play.  The stage sat overlooking the ocean on one side, and the rocks circling behind to the other side.  The entrance faced the town and the forest beyond.

From his distant vantage point, the music was faded, and if the birds were beaking about to one another, the music would be lost entirely by their noise.

The crowds would applaud after the better performances, and stand when the artist was done.  The applause was a rude noise compared to the composed tones of the instruments and singing voices, so the boy would cover his ears to ignore the crowd.

The musicians were never alone.  The boy lived alone.  He would be a musician.

After the music ended and the crowds went their ways and the artists had packed their tools, the boy would find a cave or a tree to rest and dream of the music.

One morning, when the boy was sleeping in a small cave just behind and above the theatre, the music woke him.  It was rare that the music would play in the morning, as there were never any concerts or shows until the sky was dark and the torches were hung.

Intrigued, he came out from his cave and wandered down to the backside of theatre.  He entered through a slight opening between some of the boards.  The room was empty as was the hall beyond it.

He came out onto the stage, where a sole musician sat playing his guitar.  The music was much more innocent, more pure than what was played during the shows.  The musician was playing to himself.

The boy sat and watched and listened until the musician at last put his instrument on its stand and turned to face the him.

“Have you been here long?”

The boy stared for a silent moment before nodding that he had.

“Will you be at the concert tonight?”

“The concert is for people with money.”

“The concert is for musicians.  Are you a musician?”

The boy smiled.  He had spent many hours wondering, imagining that he would also play the shows some day.  Then he looked at the musician and shook his head that he was not.

“Have you ever tried to play the guitar?”  The musician motioned that the boy should follow him behind the stage.

He handed the boy a guitar and took one for himself.

“Like this,” he positioned the boy’s hands on the neck and strings then did the same himself.

“Now watch and listen.” The melody he played was slow and simple; it was elegant.

The boy copied the man’s motions, but the sound was harsh, not elegant.

The man smiled broadly and repeated the pattern.

The boy frowned and copied him once again.  This time, the sound was softer.  The man and the child both smiled as they repeated the process a third time, then a fourth and a fifth.

On the sixth round, the musician embellished his pattern and the boy repeated his.

For another hour or more, the duo played their song.  Every once in awhile, the man would improvise with his practiced style and the boy would grin even wider.

Then, at an instant, the man played the chord that the boy knew was the end of the song.

“You are lonely, aren’t you?”  The boy looked solemnly into the man’s eyes.

“I am lonely when it is silent, like yourself.”

They both placed their instruments in their cases and the boy left from the same secret entrance that he had used before.

(to be continued)

21 comments on “A Child and the Musician- Part 1

  • Awwww
    This: “The musicians were never alone. The boy lived alone. He would be a musician.” –> short, choppy and self-explanatory

    Very good, and intriguing! When’s Part 2 out?

  • A sad tale of loneliness and longing. Will part 2 be next week?

  • I liked this, but I was disappointed with the “to be continued” at the end. It would be nice to have some sort of mini-ending, even if the larger story will be continued.

    I liked your writing style and the story was sweet. Keep writing. Good work.

  • Very nice!

    Do want to read more.

  • Chad:

    I’m glad that you all have enjoyed it, and really glad for your comments!

    I’m sorry for leaving sort of a hanging ending, but I am planning on releasing part 2 next Friday.

  • I am very much looking forward to part 2. I liked the calm, quiet style of your writing.

  • this has a haunting almost empty feel, like it is a beat off. a difficult technique to write to but most effective in creative the loneliness. I’ll be watching for the next one..

  • Very nice. It felt slow (not in a bad way!) but filled at the same time. Or maybe I’m just weird.

    Looking forward to part 2.

  • Chad:

    Thank you all so much for stopping by and commenting. I have enjoyed your blogs as well!

  • You write beautifully, evoking atmosphere and emotion.

    I especially liked the line: “The applause was a rude noise compared to the composed tones of the instruments and singing voices.”

  • “Will you be at the concert tonight?”
    “The concert is for people with money.”
    “The concert is for musicians. Are you a musician?”

    There’s my favorite. The musicians to my experience, are usually in this position. It’s a family.

  • oohh good hook, look forward to part II

    In those few lines you have established a fantastic relationship between the boy and the musician

    ps. aside, very hard font colour to see in the entry fields for the comments

  • I like this a lot. I like the foreshadowing. Two weeks earlier… Eight fifty-seven, he jumped. There is apparent tragedy looming. Looking forward to next week’s conclusion.
    ~jon

  • The beginning of this story seems more like poetry. I love the line “The statue remained still as always.” It underscores the boys flight so elegantly. A lonely boy with a dream and a musician with a heart. Can’t wait to read part 2!

  • I am with the others, I am ready to read the next part.

    I love the beginning… with the time stamps. Very cool.
    ~2

  • trev:

    Very evocative piece. The time period and location are all inferred, which appeals to me – engages the reader by forcing a little detective work.

  • Count me in, I want to read part two. The opening of the piece worked well.

    “He hit the water, but the ship did not even notice.” -Beautiful!
    ~chris

  • Tonio Le Fanu:

    No te puedo decir mucho del estilo, porque hay patrones del inglés que aun confundo, pero me parece que la historia es interesante, y te digo que me parece memorable esta línea:

    “I am lonely when it is silent, like yourself.”

    Pienso que todo artista está solo en la medida que la chispa del ingenio deja de incendiar bosques o templos sagrados.

  • Chad:

    Gracias por pasar por mi sitio. Creo que te intesaria la historia de “Coffee And The Sea” tambien.

  • Lydia Johnson:

    Where did this come from Chad, do you start with an experience and create a story from there? My favorite line – – “The boy copied the man’s motions, but the sound was harsh, not elegant.
    The man smiled broadly and repeated the pattern.”

    Some of the most awesome people in life are like “the man”.

  • Chad:

    I just started with a boy. I liked that he was running from (or to) something, and the rest of the story tries to explain what that was. A little bit of me pops up in various aspects of the story, but I think that it is more a reflection of how I view humanity that appears to be a reflection of myself.

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