"Where am I?" were the first words that came out of the stitch punk's mouth. He brushed the long blonde and unkempt hair that covered his optics away to get a good look at his surroundings. Everywhere there were books and there were also sheets of paper lying around. But the one thing that caught his eye was a large wooden object with strings on it.
Curious, the stitch punk went up to the object and plucked at one of the strings. He jumped at the sound it produced and yet, it fascinated him. He plucked the string again then ran his hand against the all the strings that adorned the object. The sound it made brought a small smile to his face.
"What an interesting sound, I wonder if there is a proper way to use it?" he asked himself
The stitch punks began to journey around the room for answers. As he did, he stopped in frond of a mirror. He brushed the hair out of his sight again to get a good look at himself. The stitchpunks's skin was made from a tough yet soft light brown material. Two red plaid patches laid on both sides of his body. A tuft of hair that matched the color of the mess on his head rested on his chin, like a goatee. He turned around and gazed upon his back in fascination. A swirly symbol rested right in the middle of his back.
"This probably tells me who I am, but what does it mean?" the stitchpunk sighed and looked around the room. "There might be a chance that I'll find the answer here,"
The blonde stitchpunk hopped from his spot to a bookshelf. His optics skinned over the titles that were placed on the spines. A majority of them contained the word "Music" within the title. Curious, he took a book called "Music Theory". He sat down and opened up the book and something caught his eye that was written on the inside of the cover.
"Music, once admitted to the soul, becomes a sort of spirit, and never dies." ~Edward George Bulwer-Lytton
The quote confused the blonde, so he continued on with reading the book. He spend minutes reading it then those minutes turned into hours. The whole concept of music fascinated the stitchpunk and strangely enough, he was able to comprehend every word and term written in the text.
While reading, he found the exact same symbol that was written on his back.
"It says it's called a Treble Clef, or a G-Clef. Is that my name? Treble Clef? Although I think G-Clef sound catchier. So G-Clef is my name!" he said with excitement.
The newly named G-Clef finished to book quite a while later. He grabbed more books that taught all the basics of music. Within the course of the day, G-Clef, learned how to read sheet music. He practiced reading it by picking up the pieces of sheet music that was scattered around the room. He also gently pushed the stringed instrument (which G-Clef found out earlier was a guitar) on the floor lying on it's back and used what he knew to attempt to play. He located a tattered guitar lesson book to help him and began to pluck the strings.
"I see… so this is an A chord…and this is a B…C…D…"
G-Clef continued learning all the chords of the guitar by strumming one at a time. Once he had, he really wanted to attempt playing a song, but the guitar was far to big for him to do something like that.
So it was back to the bookshelf, and G-Clef found a book titled "Instrument Construction". It was filled with basic blueprints of how certain types of instruments were made and how they worked. Skimming through the pages, G-Clef found blueprints for a guitar and began building.
After many, many hours of searching around for parts, putting them together, and having small naps in between, G-Clef's guitar was complete. He twanged the strings to test it out before sitting in front of a piece of guitar music, brushed his hair our of his eyes, and began to play, slowly at first. He then began to pick up speed and began playing as if he played his whole life. It felt like some force was possessing his fingers to pluck the correct chords, it was exhilarating!
After striking the final chord, G-Clef let out a quick breath. "Wow…that was awesome!," he lifted his guitar and gave it a long look. "I wonder, did I already know how to play but forgot?,"
The blonde shrugged it off and walked away from the sheet music, carrying his instrument. While he walked, he played a few tunes that he had never heard before and hummed along to them. He then began to sing.
"I wake up all confused and alone, with nothing but myself
But I discovered something new from some old dusty shelf
Something wonderful, something that gets me high up there
Where it will take me? Who knows where?"
G-Clef didn't know where these words were coming from…but it felt good, getting them out. It almost felt natural.
The blonde halted his playing and something assaulted his artificial ears. He didn't know what it was, but it something he hadn't heard before. Curious, with his guitar hauled over his shoulder, he went to go check it out.