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September Sound Challenge, ends on September 30
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SEPTEMBER SOUND CHALLENGEA young man has just been offered a job as an usher in a music hall. Describe how he feels during the first concerto/opera/symphony that he hears. Is he a music aficionado, or does he just want the job for the money? Did the music have a profound effect upon him? What instruments was he able to discern? Was it a cacophony? Do not mention smell or touch.
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| ailhsa |
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| QUOTE | He sits quietly at the back of the hall, his thoughts mingling with the gurgle of voices that filter to the back of the room with him. The concert had not yet started. There is nothing to be in awe about here, he is always of the opinion that music without words wasn’t worth listening to. It is only then that the voices lower themselves to a murmur before becoming completely silent. The conductor strides out and taps the stand in front of him.
The violin sounds mournful as the solo begins but he finds himself swaying along with it. As the other strings join in, to him, it is like they are telling a story of something lost, love perhaps, or even a friend. It is as if words are not necessary at all when the song reaches a crescendo. He stands up now, in a daze which becomes broken as a thunderous applause takes the place of the story he wanted to hear. The enthusiasm of it all makes him now reconsider his opinion; some music didn’t need words after all. |
I hope that's alright.
This post has been edited by ailhsa on Aug 23 2009, 09:53 PM
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| majikat |
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| QUOTE | The music begins; gentle notes from the violins, followed by the mournful voice of the cello. He pauses in the act of seating an elderly couple; she is dressed in her finest, her ears dripping with jewels, while he is smart in a tuxedo. The woman clicks her tongue, the sharp sound cutting across the sweep of the orchestra. The boy startles, and quickly directs the woman to her seat.
It is not the first time he has been distracted by the music. Standing outside the theater hall in the pouring rain, his hands in his pockets, the young man had been drawn in by the beauty pouring out. The solo piano had called to him, its voice as clear as a summer day, the notes soft and caressing, like the hands his mother had run through his hair when he was a child. Such a melody could not be ignored. |
im not sure if the mention of his mothers hands is counted as touch - i was trying to use a simile  |
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Hopefully this isn't too... weird.
| QUOTE | Distant notes starting, rising, falling. They trill through the scales and fall upon flats and sharps. Echoes up and down the hall, within the pit, beneath the stage, across the seats. Strings and horns and drums and keyboards all vying to be heard above the rest, duels of sound where some instruments fall and others rise, triumphant.
Shuffle, shuffle, he does not listen. The notes fall on deaf ears, mere annoyances on the edges of a brain thinking of homework and girls and money and that new car he wants. Then the notes fall silent and a single sound - a voice - rises above the rest. It is the winner; that is why he hears it and it alone. He looks up at the sound charging toward him, captive to its dream. |
This post has been edited by violet on Aug 25 2009, 11:51 PM
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| darkladyofslytherin |
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I'm going through a moment of where I hate just about everything I write, so I hope this doesn't suck too badly.
| QUOTE | | Standing backstage, he leaned heavily against the wall as he listened to the symphony playing for the grand audience he had seen entering earlier. Closing his eyes, he listened to the delicate rhythm of the flutes, the heavy thunderous boom of the drums, and the echoing horn of the tuba. It had always been the flutes that caught his attention, and the reason why he had accepted the job in the first place. From the soft tempo to the short staccato notes that made him think of a butterflies wings beating against the wind. Everything about the way they sounded made him want nothing more than to listen to them for the rest of his life. |
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| faerieall |
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Here it goes!
| QUOTE | | The melodies loop in and out of his ears teasingly, and they float across the hall, painting the blank canvas of the sloping ceiling. The roar of the drums and the cries of the violin bleed into a brilliant rhythm that he can sense even as he rushes to accommodate guests. A sweeping undercurrent of the deep trumpets, the high warble of a saxophone. It's a beautiful thing. He leads another sophisticated cosmopolitan to her seat, the click-clack of her heels reverberating through the aisle. He closes his eyes and the notes dance behind his eyelids, he knows them by heart now. One, two, three, four. All the instruments pick up, a beautiful myriad of sounds that consumes him to his very center. |
I hope it's alright.
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| QUOTE | | Horror and terror and laughter and hope pound against my ears. A myriad of sounds weave together and fall apart, dancing and soaring through the air. Each note encompasses a story, each instrument an era, each symphony an epic. Through my ears it travels, whispering sweet nothings to my soul, giving my heart a reason to beat and my mind a reason to think. The high notes pierce and stop, leaving me hanging on the edge, waiting the eternity of a millisecond before the next note takes up the mantra and winds its way down to the pounding baritone and dances its way amid the sharps and flats. My heart skips a beat when the music stops and my ears strain for another instrument to strike a chord or bow a string or blow out a sound. My ears take me on a journey. through the ups and downs, the highs and lows, and returns me to the equilibrium a changed man. As the last note fades beyond my hearing,my legs turn to jelly and I come to a halt. I look around, checking the audience is taken care of and sigh softly, awaiting the next burst of brilliance with anticipation. |
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It begins with the slow, rich sound of a piano, the notes hanging in the air, tantalizingly close, before rolling down below into the sitting crowd, reaching them and taking them to places far away. It is joined by the violin, high and sharp, and yet it blends with the piano, melding together in a perfect symphony, as if mating. Slowly, the rest of the orchestra starts, and the varied sounds rush far and away, tripping over each other, falling and diving, reaching everyone. It's a perfect medley-- and the young usher in the second row falls in love with the music. At least, he would have, if he wasn't deaf.  It's okay, I hope. This post has been edited by .fadingspork on Sep 6 2009, 04:57 AM
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| QUOTE | | I sighed, I wasn't a fan of music, I didn't appreciate it as most did, but it was the last chance I had, I needed rent money and I couldn't move back home, I just couldn't. When she confronted me, I was curious, she told me that it was different for everyone, but she could tell that I'd like it. So I here I am, now, waiting for it to begin. There's an announcement from the woman, who's the lead singer, and her voice was like a hazy-blue, it was calming like the sound of the ocean, but strong and very powerful, I could see why she was the lead. But when the first strum of the guitar began, I was not impressed, it was bitter, strong but not powerful, a rock that was alone in the woods. But then, the drums slow, defiant beat followed and the rock was thumping with the trees in the wind, and then the other guitar came in, and the dirt was moving with the rocks. I could visualise it, all of it, but when her voice came in, the lead singer's, I could see the Amazon's dancing like nymphs, they were powerful, beautiful creatures with a soft feel to them and all of it together, the blue-haze voice, the scared-stone that felt brave with the large trees that surrounded it and the other guitar that acted as the ground, the main music to it all just fell complete together. This was the job for me, no matter what I've said before. |
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