Let me set this scene for you real quick. Imagine a world that has gone cold. The arts, history and all sorts of humanity defying things where lost. Nobody here can remember what life used to be like, what love feels like or what music sounds like. Nobody but one, one holds on to the last bits of memories… they can remember…and they can make people live these memories.
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J opened their eyes. They where sitting in a strange room. In front of them rows of chairs with people sitting, their backs facing them. They where all holding varieties of different, to J strange looking Objects. J themselve was on a podest, left and right of them more people with different, shiny, some larger and some smaller objects. They seamed to be out of metal. Behind them a large, bowl like thing.
J was confused.
Facing J, was a a person standing up. Behind them it was dark. Lights where shining onto J and the people sharing this part of the oddly shaped room with them. They where bright, almost blinding them, so they could not see where they where.
J felt a strange feeling in his stomach. It was not bad, exciting, nervous, happy, but very unfamiliar. J was not used to feel.
Everyone was looking at the person on the Podest facing him. Everyone was quiet. So quiet…
Then that person in front of him rose his arms. Most of the people around him and all the ones in front of him lifted their objects – instruments he suddenly knew-. The people in his row remained still. Then the person standing in front of him – conductor J realized- made a sudden move, and from one second to the next the quiet was gone.
The people and their instruments seamed to move with the conductor. And there was sound. At first J did not know how to grasp onto what they heard. It seamed disturbing, loud, wired. But it relaxed them, a feeling of pure joy arouse within them and they started to actually hear. The noise became sound. And J could connect these sounds into groups – phrases– and it appeared to make sense. As what they were hearing was the most natural, most closest thing to Js heart. Melody…Music… J remembered.
Then it was their turn. While looking at the conductor, the person who’s memory he was experiencing, rose their instrument. The metal felt cold against his lips. The knot in their stomach got a little tighter, they took a huge breath in and matching the conductor, they started playing. With them everyone entered for the tutti.
It was loud as they filled the room with a fanfare. The world seamed to stop for a moment. J could feel how connected everyone was in this moment, how the music seamed to be swirling around them, how for a moment everything fit. They where mesmerized. This was powerful.
Instead of wondering about why, what and when, like J often did when experiencing memories, they just enjoyed.
As he came back into their own reality, J looked at the holder of memories, who had just shared this with them… „this“ – the holder said „is something that should’ve never been lost. When we lost this, when we lost the arts, that was when we stopped feeling“
Then the holder turned around and left.
J was left with the memory of a melody they hoped would stay with them forever.
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