Four notes was all it took [Weekly Writing Challenge: Moved by Music]

Music is powerful: it conjures memories, emotions, and people and things of the past. It’s not only a trigger, but an outlet to express who we are. For this challenge, pick one song and write about it — or use it as inspiration for a post. The track may be personally meaningful, or remind you of something, someone, or some event you can look back on.

Remember that girl Katniss Everdeen teamed up with in the 74th Hunger Games? Well, this post is about her four-note song (and its full orchestra version below). I suggest you listen to the music first before you proceed.

 The song has no words; it need not have words. The music alone evokes so much sadness, so much grief that most Tributes (Hunger Games fans, that is) like myself would shed tears or stop whatever they’re doing when they hear the whistle. The development of this full version of a short whistle song, for me, served as a moment of glory for RUE. She died in such a disturbing way; whenever I hear the song, it’s almost as though I relive the moment again and again.

Despite this, it also relaxes me and soothes my nerves. I don’t know why, but maybe because it is a reminder that some things are worth..not dying for, that’s too grave and serious, but rather some things are worth making an effort for. It is a reminder that even the best plans have loopholes, that we can lose even the best people in the blink of an eye. It is a reminder that we should make the most out of life while we still have it. Or maybe it just reminds me of that innocent little girl. I can never tell.

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Daily Prompt : Placebo Effect

If you could create a painless, inexpensive cure for a single ailment, what would you cure and why?

I’d just finsihed reading The Fault in Our Stars by John Green. I assume you know where I’m going with this. I want to develop a cure for cancer.

There are too many people in the world who are like Augustus and Hazel. Their situation is often complicated and scary, their final chapter dependent on the diagnosis. Their lives are never peaceful, and rarely enjoyable. If I could only take away cancer, I would have done it early on. And I would if ever I will be given the chance. Who knows for sure?

So, yes, I would cure cancer, but I won’t stop there. There are too many ailments in the world that need solutions, like AIDS. That will probably be my second best choice. We all know we need it. Until then, all we can do is hope and pray.

Daily Prompt: Practice Makes Perfect?

Tell us about a talent you’d love to have… but don’t.

 

I’ve always wanted to be good at dancing, but I’m not. I blame my brothers; they’re both good at it. I grew up in a household where Michael Jackson songs are danced, not sang. Maroon 5, Britney Spears, Backstreet Boys. Their music was easy to dance to and my brothers were so good at it that I wanted to be like them. But you can’t have everything. So I just sing while they dance.

They got nothing on you, baby [Daily Prompt: Can’t Drive 55]

Take the third line of the last song you heard, make it your post title, and write for a maximum of 15 minutes. GO!

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You’re the only one on my mind when I wake up in the morning. You’re still the one I think about even as I am drifting off to sleep. It’s you, always. You don’t know me, and I don’t think I know you well, but I want to. I hope that one day, I will get that chance. I am looking forward to it. Don’t worry about the other people who try to put you down. Smile at them and let them do as they please. To be honest, smile at everyone. You don’t know how much that smile can brighten my day. And whatever happens, just remember: They got nothing on you, baby.

Broken Carousel [Weekly Writing Challenge: 1,000 Words]

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I was there, in the playground, just yesterday. I was walking towards the swings when a little girl sitting on the broken carousel caught my attention. The carousel had been there for a long time; I think someone said it was already broken. Just like me, broken beyond repair. But this girl, she’s breaking fast too.  I don’t know how I knew this. I just did. There’s still hope for her though because she’s still young. She has a lot more to learn from life. She’s struggling to understand many things; time’s forcing her to grow up quickly. I approached her but I dare not speak. She must have heard my heavy footsteps because she turned to me.

“Hello little girl.” I said to her.

“Hi Jean.” She replied.

“How do you know my name?” I wondered.

“Don’t you recognize me?” the little girl looked up at me.

Then it dawned on me. The little girl on the carousel was the girl who’d just lost her mother ten years ago. She was the one who always felt alone, despite everything. She was the girl who always had to assure herself that she was just overthinking things. The little girl on the broken carousel…was me.

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