Here is the next submission for our Sunday Snippet review.
As noted before (but always worth repeating) – this is a first draft. I’m jumping around in the story a bit, trying to find both footing and a better sense of how to approach it. I expect that there are many holes to fill and rough spots to smooth, and I look forward to hearing people’s suggestions.
I’m continuing to play with the concept of how I want to tell this story, in addition to the prose itself. It’s entirely possible that as this project goes on, it will morph into an altogether different form and style. Hopefully, with lots of show and emotion.
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Mal looked at the open box. It was full of loose sheets of paper. Her fingers shook slightly as she began to pull out the contents. There was no other personal note, aside from the one she had ripped off. Instead, each page was a sheet of music. There were hundreds of pages. She pulled them out, handfuls at a time, and rifled through them. Her breathing became shallow and her fingertips cold as she began to read measure upon measure of what appeared to be rock. The time signatures changed abruptly and often. The melodies were more complicated than other popular music she had played. The songs were long, too, and relentless. But most intimidating were the lyrics.
“How would anyone be able to play this and sing anything at the same time?” She muttered. “Let alone this – nonsense.” Song after song discussed philosophy, literature, and human relationships. Where were the cute rhyming tricks and straight forward chord progressions?
Mal walked to the phone. “Timmy, this is Mal,” she left a message when she reach his voice mail. “What the hell did you drop off on my porch? What is this? Call me back.” Mal rolled her eyes and punched the “end” button on her phone harder than necessary. She sighed, exasperated. Timmy knew she didn’t like surprises, so what was he getting at with this pile of stuff?