Music has always been a part of my life. It’s everywhere and inevitable. Most of the time, I am able to control what I hear. But whenever I let my guard down, the sweet melodies and the satisfying harmonies fill in my ears. Sometimes, cacophonies explode and dissonant notes strangle my senses, causing my brain to spiral and drown in overwhelment. Do I like that I have an uncanny ability to hear music associated with certain objects? Do I like the fact that I have to keep this secret to myself because my gift is too complex to explain? Do I like having this gift?
Even with the consequences of this gift, I would never trade it for anything in the world.
~ Gymnopedie #1 by Satie ~
Every morning is a different set of notes, tunes, and keys. But I love it when this simple tune plays. The world sings it when everything is going well and it is at peace. Giant clouds gently roll along the cerulean sky. Its smaller cousins cover the sun like a thin veil. The trees sway with the soft breeze as several amber leaves fall from its mighty arms. Nature was in tune with the melody filling my ears. I hummed along to what I was hearing on my way to school. I found it hilarious how the music resounded some minor keys the closer I went to my university.
I didn’t hate school, but I didn’t love it. I found the system to be flawed and several classes were pretentious. Yet it was there I found friends I could depend on and also a few special nooks around the campus I can stay in aside from my dorm, isolated and alone with my thoughts. It was a bittersweet place for me, but I try to look at the more optimistic side.
When I arrived at our classroom, the music faded away and shifted to a new one. It was bright, happy, and uplifting. A signature tune associated with my best friend’s. A beautiful kind of music I hear everyday only to shift if my friend was in a more excitable mood. There, the notes will become intensely joyous.
~ Piano Sonata No.16 in C Major by Mozart ~
If you hear what I hear, you can probably decipher that my friend, Lucille, is literally a sweet innocent ball of sunshine. She waved excitedly and rushed up to me.
Her brunette hair was twisted in a beautiful braid and her emerald eyes complimented her hairstyle. She was neither too skinny nor too fat. The school uniform even looked good on her. The only thing that seemed off was her wider-than-life smile. But I thought it suited her well.
“Luci, you’re early today,” I say.
“I knew you’d come this early so I wanted to ask you some questions about our creative writing assignment,” she said. “Please help me, Blaire Pensworth, O, goddess of writing.”
“Psh, goddess of writing. Come, let me review your work before you embarrass yourself further.”
As I helped her, I didn’t notice a familiar figure watching over us, until I heard a sober, pensive string of notes.
~ Nocturne Op.55 No.1 by Chopin ~
“Looks good…except for this.” A lanky finger pointed at a grammatical mistake.
“Right,” I say. “Thanks, Xander.”
The class top notcher simply nodded his head in silence. I tried to concentrate on Luci to avoid the heavy yet classy tune coming from Xander. His uniform was in pristine condition, not a single wrinkle in sight. Even his hair was gelled and his shoes were shiny. This guy was such a clean freak. But he used this trait to his advantage to advance in his studies. As always, he sat at the front and started reviewing his different subjects. I can’t help but listen to his tone because of its sheer complexity and mystery. Even though his attitude was quite stiff, I respected him and he gave the same respect to me.
As more students came in, floods of melodies filled my ears. Happy tunes, sad tunes, depressing tunes, simple tunes, surprisingly complex tunes, emotional tunes, and serious tunes. I was about to shut the world of music out because of the cacophony until I saw a familiar figure out of the corner of my eye. He came in with a suave and confident posture.
Theodore Whiteburn was one of the most interesting people I’ve ever met. His unruly tresses framed his cheeky face. Objectively, he was quite handsome. The annoying thing was that he knew it. He loved to joke around and wasn’t too concerned with his studies. However, he was smart and knew how to talk. In my opinion, it’s a good thing we were friends because he would be too much to bear as a rival.
The most peculiar thing about him though was that no music radiated off him. He had no piece that revolved around him, which I find odd.
He was walking in my direction when the teacher came in. The moment his music came to me I knew something was off.
~ The Art Teacher by Franz Gordon ~
His tone changed. The music was usually in a major key. But now it was minor. He was usually calm and serene, but his tone was serious and slightly troubled even. Sweat lined his brow as he placed his briefcase on the teacher’s table. His hands were shaking and his jaw was clenched.
“Good morning, Sir!” A chorus of voices interrupted his thoughts.
He continued to stare at the table blankly.
“Class is suspended for today.”
Everyone whooped, but immediately hushed realizing the presence of the teacher. The teacher was not amused.
“Sir,” Xander raised his hand, “why are we not having class today?”
“School has been suspended for the week,” he announced. “We need to strictly monitor each student.”
With his last bit of courage, he looked at each of us.
“Student Valerie Walker has been found dead in her dorm. And from the looks of it, she was murdered.”