Kouhai wrote:
The Musician
If I told you that the sound of music flew in the air, what kind of music would you think about? Robin didn't think about any special kind of music. He thought about music in a strange way, like it was something concrete, as if he could touch the music, as if he saw the music. Of course, nobody knew that, because Robin didn't tell anyone, and he looked just like a boy would look like, so nobody thought he was any different, but in one way, he was.
The thing that made Robin stand out was his passion for music. He could play almost every instrument there was. He played the piano, the violin, the trumpet, and so on. Robin didn't stick to one type of music either. He could play pop music just as well as he could play classical music, and he could play rock just as well as country.
At this point, you may be thinking about how his friends could be so ignorant about all of this. Because Robin had friends, I think he had. Everyone looked at him as an ordinary kid, with no really special abilities. Robin told me how he learned to play all of these instruments, but he didn't want that many people to know, I may tell you anyway though, but not now, because you need to know more about Robin as a person first.
Robin wasn't clever or academic, but he was a good kid, and treated everyone with the respect they deserved. He ate his lunch, he did his homework and he did pretty okay on tests. Robin was the oldest sibling in a family of six, his mom, his dad and three little sisters, however, two of them were twins and they looked almost identical.
You may have understood that Robin was nothing more than a normal kid, if you exclude the music. But then, again, there was the music. Robin could touch the music, hold it in his hands and form it the way he wanted. He showed me once, and I couldn't see anything, because I cannot see music. Even though I could not see it, I felt it, and I heard it. It was like Robin became something else than a human when he worked with his music. It was so beautiful, so mystical, so wonderful, that I could barely believe it was true.
Robin was a very greedy person, and when I say that, I don't mean the usual "greed," where you want to have the most of everything and you dislike sharing. Robin just held his gift to himself. He never shared it with anyone. I thought he was so greedy I just wanted to snap at him and shake him and make him show me how he did it. Of course he didn't, and when i confronted him with it, he just smirked and said he couldn't share. Greedy.
All of this happened around 40 years ago, but I still remember the music, it was indescribably amazing. Nowadays, nobody knows where Robin is. I think I know, but I don't want to admit it. What if he just lived in my head all these years, what if I fell in love with my own imagination, what if I am insane, what if the music never really flew in the air, what if it was all in my head? I am not afraid of being crazy, I am just afraid of losing something I never really had.
aa I hope I interpreded greed good enough, I thought a lot while writing this story and hgfhed iiidk
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