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and begin reading hastily.
Music is a wonderful thing, In this book you will learn what are instruments
and the basics
.
What is music? I pondered that question over and over until I
decide to keep reading.
Flute – This is a Sliver, brass, or gold instrument it is to be blown across the
opening to produce a sound
. Intriguedmy eyes flickered over the diagram
of a flute, I paused, thinking what if I were to make one? What if I
were to create this… Music?
I run outside with my legs bursting with energy. I collect wood
from the nearest pile and run back into my bedroom. I sit carefully
onto my blankets and start using a knife to carve a block of wood into
a simple, wooden flute. I blow hard, expecting a noise but all I hear is
a squeak, I refer back to the book to find that I didn’t have the correct
‘mouth shape’, so I fix it and I start to hear a wonderful note.
I press the holes excitedly, listening to the different sounds, I then
precede to try and play the piece in the book, although the sound was
quite hideous. I had created this music!
During my day of classes, I cannot stop thinking about my
discoveries–how long has society and the government kept this
secret from us? How much information remains from our old life?
How much is being kept a secret?
A plan forms in my head while I’m day dreaming in class. A plan
that involves me breaking into the government’s office and playing
my wooden flute for everyone to hear, for everyone to be inspired
about the secrets that they have kept from us about our old life. We
could build a better society. One that is not so secretive.
I silently creep down the alley ways in my black clothing, my heart
is racing for if this doesn’t work then I could go to jail, or worse I
could be executed. But I try to steer away from my thoughts as I
creep up the hallways and into the reception area. It’s almost the
crack of dawn, people should be waking up soon.
I wonder about the security as I creep up the stairs and down the
narrow, dark hallway. I look at all the nameplates on the doors and
search for one labeled Prime Minister.
“Ahah” I whisper as I have found it. I push open the door, hesitant
to make as noise, and walk over to the desk, people should be waking
up now. I talk into the microphone “ Hello everyone, I am Willow
Nixen and I have unlocked the secret of society, music.” I start to play.
This is a start of a new hope.
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Society
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