posted on Jan, 25 2017 @ 01:53 PM
Hi cc!
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
Vienna.
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
censer.
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.