
Meet Crescendo, the worst musician in the Score Village and History. He has no good qualities, except for his sense of sarcasm. This is not the typical story where he goes in search for an adventure, oh no. Adventure kicks his ass, abducts him and takes him into the craziest ride ever. Now he has to be everything he never wanted to be, a hero
Rated: Fiction T - English - Humor/Mystery - Words: 2,232 - Reviews: 2 - Published: 12-06-12 - id: 3080581
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Pretty much every story has a hero. A hero with blonde mane, love and admiration from everyone, an honest heart and of course an amazing talent which would lead him to success and recognition. Well now that you know that you pretty much got my older sibling in a nutshell.
"Bravo!" My parents applaud at Diminuendo as he finished playing the majestic piece on his piano. He grinned triumphantly flashing his white teeth making a few girls squeal at the back of the auditorium. Women really have to lift their standards. The crowd made a standing ovation at my brother. I guess that the one who invented the saying of "Brothers are never anything like each other." Was a damn wise one, I'm surprised he was human. My brother got the family's good looks, good talent, good charms and I got...I got a great sense of sarcasm. Okay I'm not that talented and I probably don't attract many girls. Most of times I had lived shadowed by my brother and no this is not some pansy bitch fit of jealousy I get. I'm just giving you a full picture. I know things would be better if my violin didn't sound like the symphony of a vasectomy. A sigh slipped through my lips. I glanced from the corner of my eye to Diminuendo who held his small and harmless dagger proudly next to a bouquet of roses, courtesy from the audience.
"I still don't understand how you turn that old piano into that little thing." I commented interrupting my parents' compliments. I had congratulated him on the way here but come on; these guys had been praising him from the moment we left the building until here.
"That is because they teach that in advanced classes. If you practice more you will eventually learn." He replied taking off his bow tie with that smug grin I hate so much. I cringed a bit at the sored topic of me being a terrible musician. I was supposed to be in those 'advanced' classes last year, instead the town's elder decided to hold me back for one more year since he said I was a 'late bloomer'. That elder can suck on my long thick treble clef.
"I have practiced. In fact I have been practicing every night." I confessed waving my plain white violin case.
"Oh that was you?" Dad let out a relieved sigh "I thought they were having some sacrificing cult next door." My mom chuckled a bit before clapping a hand on her mouth.
"Sorry sweetheart." She says elbowing papa. I frown at them and cross my arms. Okay I know I'm not the best violinist. No need to remind my flaws.
"Your parental support is appreciated." I mutter shooting my eyebrows up in a fake act of amusement. "Anyways, I'm off to bed, goodnight." I dismiss waving my hand at them. Honestly, my persona is not in the mood to see everyone kissing Diminuendo's feet for the night. I ran up upstairs not willing to even hear them reply and shut the door in annoyance. That's how I like my room, my blue corner, locked and away. Another sigh left my mouth. I'm sighing more than usual these presentation days. Everyone in town has been getting to play their very own piece of art. You might say, 'calm down, music is not everything in life.' You obviously don't get it, in the Score Village music is EVERYTHING. Music defines who you are, what you are and where you will go. The best players get to go to the Kingdom of Nowhere (yes that is the legit name), the top authority of these lands, and have a nice spot in the council. And some can even get to meet the master of music, Silence. Ironic huh? "Atleast I can transform my violin in bow and arrow and not some crappy dagger." I whispered to myself as I leaned over my room's window. "You like my music don't you Chord?" Chord is my guinea pig. He is of white fur with just two spot around his eyes, he looks like a ball of meat wiggling around the room. Chord lied in silence not answering me and just wiggled his body from side to side. Now even my own pet is against me. What is left in a man's life when not even his guinea pig agrees with him? Probably I should just fall asleep, I think to myself looking at my blue sheeted bed. But if I did I'd had to remove the pillow, and strings and-
BANG
I fell to the floor sored at the sudden blow. My cheek was burning and a stinging pain got on my jaw.
"Oops." I could hear a raspy voice say from outside. I get up from the wooden floors and glare out the window. "What the fuck man?" I shout making sure he heard me. My face eases when I notice it is just Allegro. He wore his respective yellow scarf with the blue headphones laying just a top of it matching his coat. Allegro is same age as me and we are on the same course. He is a regular trumpeter; honest, happy and very fond of getting on people's nerves. He gives a sheepish smile and scratches his orange hair.
"Sorry, thought your window was closed so I threw a small pebble at it." Small pebble my ass. He moved his hand in a sign for me to go there "I need you for a second, got you something." Going down to my friend so he can possibly give me a dead rat making me scream like a sassy girl or stay up here and play this violin. Meh doesn't matter; my neighbours' ears will bleed anyway
"You hit me and then ask me out? At this point you are never getting laid." I commented grabbing Chord and my case. A Musician always carries his instrument. I hopped out the window landing on the roof and then jumped landing on my feet. I'm becoming a pro on this.
"Do you always carry that fat rodent?" He points out narrowing his eyes at Chord.
"Shut up he is my friend." I reply putting him over my shoulder. Allegro shrugs it off. See? That's why we get along well, he's cool with everything and I complain of everything. "So, what do you want?" I ask curiously.
"It's a surprise." I hate surprises. "But first join me to the train station." I hate the train station.
"No thanks." I reply plainly. He furrows his eyebrows in a sign of disappointment.
"Oh come on some fresh air won't make you any harm." He elbows.
"Screw fresh air." There is no way he will tuck me into going to that dump and- oh shit puppy eyes. Looks away Crescendo, look away from his stupid green eyes that- Okay…I lost. We walk side by side to the station which is just a few houses away. As always, the streets are filled with music from hobo players. Accordion is the usual one with company from Clarinet. I live almost at the outskirts of town. s. Finally we reached the empty station. I was rather surprised he had decided to come to such a morbid place. "So why the sad face Crescy?" He asks noticing my bitter mood.
"You guess." I reply rolling my eyes. He turns his mouth into the shape of an'o' knowing the obvious answer. "Everyone is being a clef again?" He asked acknowledging my problem. I nod in response. "Hmm then I guess I had good timing." He pointed out searching in his pockets. I raised my eyebrow wondering what kind of ridiculousness he had brought now. From his pocket emerged an old train ticket. It was stained in dirt and the corners ripped a bit. "And that is..."
"I won it in a bet against String. Remember how you always complain about this town not being where you belong?" He asked making reference to a few talks we've had in the past. I nod still cocking my eyebrow at the object. "Well cry no more Crescendo my bro! This ticket is said to take you to the most amazing adventures!"
"Really?" I ask not believing he was this naive. "You think some magical train is taking me on a cliché adventure?" He nods merely. "And you brought me here all of a sudden just to toss me into a train to an unknown place?" He nods again grinning wider. Seems legit.
"I thought to keep it myself, but I can't leave my audition is tomorrow." He said excitedly. Thanks for rubbing it on my face ginger. He pats my brown hair also rubbing on my face he is about two inches taller than me. "Besides I suppose you will be back in a few days, String said it is a round ticket." I look down at the smudged numbers on the ticket. 000. I looked at it in confusion. I never heard of such a train. "Anyways...I just came to tell you that. You can always keep it like another decal for your wall." He commented. He hit me with a stone, he made me escape from my house, only to give me this? This is one of the moments you don't kill your best friend by smashing their skull just because they are them...
"Hey Goodnight, my aunt said that if I didn't get home before twelve I wouldn't be able to have children." We shivered in synchrony. His aunt is probably the worst woman alive. She plays the tuba since she is from the Brass family just like Allegro. But different from the joyful in the genes, she is rather evil...at night I'm sure she eats little children and uses their bones to build rocking chairs. Allegro waved me goodbye leaving me alone. Does he really expect a train to come pick me up to some marvellous land? I look over at Chord who was asleep now. "He is pretty weird." I commented sitting down on a rusty bench. The train station was a pretty empty place. Green moss was already growing on the rails. I should be getting home. If my parents go in my room and I'm not there I'm dead. But I guess they would be too busy celebrating to notice. Besides I like it here. It is calmed and the only place in town where there is no instruments being played. I could get used to this tranquility. And just when I was...I heard a steaming from a far. "A train at this time?" Trains didn't pass through here often and even worse at such late hours. In a blink of an eye the massive rusty train appeared before me. Grey steam coming out of its escape but with no number at its side. I looked at it spacing out as the door was kicked open, dramatic fog came out of it. My expression turned into an even more confused one when a short figure hopped off it. It was a small woman with green hair. Questioning for her clothes she was not from around here. She wore no scarf, nor did headphones and she carried no instrument. She had a funny looking hat with a red bow tie and a long blue coat. " All on board!" She shouts at the top of her lungs. I looked around; no one was there but me. "Hey you! Pretty boy get your ass on board." She said in annoyance.
"N-No I'm not waiting for a train." I replied realizing this wasn't my imagination. She scoffed glaring at me with annoyance and walked up to me unpleased. She was at most three feet tall. I would have said that she was a gnome but they don't exist…so I'd say she's a dwarf. The short woman snatched the old ticket off my hands pushing her glasses up her nose bridge. "Train 000. That's my train and I have never missed a passenger. Now get on you wuss!" She spat marking my ticket with a green marker.
"No this was a gift from a-"
"Ugh." She pulled me from my arm and dragged me to the train. I was surprised such a small woman could be that strong. "Hey, what the hell are you do-" I was cut off when she launched me into the train. Chord landed safely against my scarf and I hit my back against the floor causing a loud thump. "Hey! This is kidnap you do realize that?!" I yelled freaking out. She ignored me and made a hand gesture to the driver. The train started moving. I was being abducted and there was nothing I could do about. Wait there is. I opened my violin case as fast as possible and pulled my white violin out. She cocked an eyebrow at me. With a swift movement a light came from the instrument turning into a white bow and arrow. She remained unimpressed. It was my time to attack, I might not be good at playing, but in weapon turns I am so awe-
"Hey miss!" Huh? I turned my head to meet a large door swinging at me. Shit. And then a stinging pain hit my face making everything go dark. Oh what did I get myself into…
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