Before the story, here's a short announcement... my band went for the SYF competition yesterday... and WE GOT A GOLD!!!!!!!! =D *screams* =D IT'S OUR FIRST GOLD IN 20 YEARS! =D (11 competitions) *goes hysterical* =D *screams somemore* CONGRATULATIONS TO EVERYONE IN MY BAND! =D NYCB FOREVER! =D NYGH RULES! =D
Fine, I'll calm down now. ^_^ WOOHOO! GOLD! =D
Okay, here's the epilogue of The Reed II. My last post for the year for this fic... *sob* Thank you to all my faithful reviewers (you know who you are) who have encouraged me to write more... yeah. If there's a Reed III, it'll be posted earliest next year January... check the news section of my website for upcoming details if you haven't already.
One thousand years later...
Archaeologists Nicholas and Selvin squatted next to the hole from where they had discovered their latest find. Above them, the sun blazed on in the cloudless sky, causing the two to drip with sweat as they surveyed what had once, long ago, been a school field.
34-year-old Selvin stared down once more at the small, wooden object in his hand, turning it over slowly as he examined his newest find.
"So what d'you think that is?" Nicholas asked, peering over his friend's shoulder to look.
"I'm not too sure... but if I'm right, it's an oboe reed," Selvin replied, not looking up.
"An oboe?"
It's an ancient instrument from about a thousand years ago. Which is why I have no idea what an oboe reed is doing here. From what I've learnt, they're made of cane. So by right it should have decomposed centuries ago."
"It looks in perfect condition to me."
"Precisely," Selvin confirmed. "I suppose we should take this back to the lab. It's a real rare find. I mean, there haven't been any oboe reeds made for the past hundred years..."
"Yeah, they'll probably want to display this in a museum or something." 27-year-old Nicholas paused for a while, before asking the question that had been bugging him ever since they had unearthed the reed. "How d'you think it survived so long?"
Selvin was silent for a moment... and then, in a strangely different tone of voice, he answered his friend.
"Beats me. I have no idea. But I'm definitely not going to let any museum get its hands on this. I'm keeping it. Oh yeah."
The man's face broke out into a grin of madness brought about by the evil of The Reed, and slowly, lovingly, he stroked it's wooden body.
"Yes, I'm keeping it. My preciousssss..."
Copyright 2003 D.A.S
Oliversgurl: Thanks for reviewing! ^_^
Wildmage42: Don't ask. The Pepsi thing was my fellow oboist's idea.
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evil leprechaun: There's a difference between 'Corinne' and 'Corryn'. ^_^ And actually that was the name of one of my ex-classmates...
tan_mx: Okay... how shall I start... Firstly, I wear specs and I have short hair. The description you gave sounds suspiciously like the other oboist... I'm the one who goes round trying to jab random people with my reed. By the way, how did you see her? Where were you? RJC concert? Secondly, my band IS playing Persis (nice song! ^_^) but not for SYF. And... yeah. That's all.
Nightling: Thanks for reviewing! And thanks for the good luck... WE GOT GOLD! =D
NoLife: 'Queer' as in? *looks innocent*
Josh: JOIN BAND! ^_^ You won't regret it...
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imjustadandylilaltosaxplayer: Yup, you typed your name wrong. ^_^ You put a guy in a sousaphone case? 0.0 Er... okay...