The music of the orchestra lives on, even after the performance. Music will never die, as long as there is someone there to play it. A tragic accident leaves Kari's heart in ruins, but the music simply won't stop. Kari is torn with the regret and pain of the tragedy, and T.K's music still drifts from the site. Strange how something so beautiful and immortal can tether a soul to a broken field of rage and death.
"The Music will never die... not as long as someone is there to play it."
He hit the guitar, the sound echoed across the empty music hall. He hit once more, another reverb. He continued, hitting the instrument faster and faster, creating a strange and beautiful array of sound from the stringed device. Music flew on the wings of the cold air that surrounded the boy, taking the sounds out the window to the winter streets. The music flowed through his body, his mind, his dull eyes, but it didn't go unheard on the streets. People stopped in wonder of the beautiful sound. Listening, they would stand before the condemned building, wondering where the sounds permeated from, admiring the beauty. One woman halted as the music flowed from the barred windows of the old Music Hall. She listened and watched the haunted building sing its song. The boy inside listened to the silence and played his sadness to the empty ears outside.
"Do you hear that?" A couple whispered behind the woman.
"Yeah… Where's it coming from? There's no entrance to the building, is there? I thought it was completely barred off."
"Why would anyone want to go in that crumbling old scrap heap?"
"Silly, it's haunted."
"Haunted! What are you saying?"
"There was a terrible accident. Someone called out fire during a school performance and everyone went mad. They stampeded like crazy animals, trampling several people on their way out. They say the band's brightest member was crushed to death in that accident."
"Is that a fact?"
"Yes!"
"Is that his ghost playing then?"
"I think…."
The woman listened to the gossip all around her. Tales of the tragic night the drunken bastard called a false alarm, terrifying everyone inside, killing the Orchestra's brightest guitarist. She walked toward the building, the sound growing colder, sadder, and softer.
"Poor T.K… do you even know you're dead?"
The boy stopped playing at the sound of the girl's voice as it echoed through the frosted windows.
"Not yet…." He answered in silence. His blind eyes followed his hands back to the instrument and felt the chord once more.
"We haven't finished yet…." He struck the chords again. Kari sighed as the music flowed once more.
"He'll never stop…." She muttered.
"Why would you want it to stop? It's great!" A kid said beside her. Kari looked over to the young boy, then back at the leaning building.
"He has never stopped. Not since that night…. Not for twenty years." And she turned to leave. She left the sounds of the guitar as it was slowly drowned out by the traffic of the city. Calling a cab, Kari leaned back and sighed in anguish.
"Where're ya goin' miss?" asked the driver.
"Away…. Just take me somewhere please." She answered.
"You hear the phantom music playin' again miss? Pretty, ain't it?"
"No… just painful…." Kari looked out the window to the disappearing building.
'Goodbye T.K. I can't help you…. I'll just have to meet you later….'
The music sped with the boy's heart. He felt it slip away and music began to die.
"Kari… I'll never die…." He said in a faint whisper. He looked hopelessly to the window, darkness forever clouding his vision.
"Not until the music dies."
And he played on.
The real depressing thing about this is... Music never dies. Not in my mind anyway.
Well... Tell me whatcha think.