Mimi
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This is another description assignment that i had to write for school. Again it has not been edited properly, so all editing and comments are more then welcome. This was lightly based/inspired by a song called Commissioning a Symphony by a band called Cake.
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Symphony in C
(Taken from Commissioning a Symphony by Cake)
The concert hall was pulsing at over a thousand different paces, though each was slow and precise. All eyes remained transfixed to the front, watching yet not seeing, listening yet not hearing but instead, feeling the music that was being played. Each note floated above the heads of the performers, weaving their way through the crowd. The violins wailed; crying their complaints towards life. The trumpets and trombones thundered joyful proclamations, sending messages up towards the angels. The harps’ fragile notes hypnotized every soul in the room. The drums lightly imitated the heart-beat of the composer. The flutes and clarinets gently expressed their regrets towards the forthcoming end. The bass vibrated soulfully like an undertone to the silent music of the world. The horns played a twisted version of royal entrance hymns. The saxophones blared along to the harmony, with only a hint of jazz in their notes. Inexplicably there was a choir of voices fragile like the shell of an egg but whether it was made up of children or angles is left forever undecided. Even in the short breaks in the melody, the tender tapping of piano keys was more then noticeable. And in the deepest of states, the ringing of a triangle pierces the constantly contouring melody.
The harmony was both, happy and sad, upbeat and mellow. The notes intertwined with each other like a ballet of unsurpassed professionals and then separated almost instantly. The balance between beauty and repulsiveness was broken only by the war between good and evil. It was like watching a performance of actors that could project their voices louder, express their emotions more dramatically and act in ways that people on earth could never do. Even the abstract symmetry of the song far exceeded anything that had ever been composed. It was a tango between fire and water. It was a forbidden romance between Romeo and Juliet. It was forgiveness from God and temptation from the devil. It was a contradiction in perfect alignment with corroboration.
The audience’s emotions ranged from anger to peace, from joy to depression, from ecstasy to bewilderment. Their imaginations surpassed anything they have ever invented before. They had stopped thinking about what it is but what it is not. Their skin crawled at moments with goose bumps, while in other moments it broke out in trickles of sweat. Their breath was scant and at times not found. Their eyes wide open, their lips quivering ever so slightly, and their mouths slightly ajar from awe. It was nothing like anything they had ever heard yet it seemed to be a composition of everything they knew.
At the end the audience could finally breath again, could slowly step out their trance. Though when the composure stepped onto the stage for a final bow all anyone could do was stare, still too dazzled but what they had just heard to applaud. Upon leaving the concert hall, all any of the members of the audience will be able to say is that “it defied all earthly descriptions”. It was a magnificent Symphony in C that would be remembered even on the deathbeds of those lucky enough to have heard it.
Enjoy!
Symphony in C
(Taken from Commissioning a Symphony by Cake)
The concert hall was pulsing at over a thousand different paces, though each was slow and precise. All eyes remained transfixed to the front, watching yet not seeing, listening yet not hearing but instead, feeling the music that was being played. Each note floated above the heads of the performers, weaving their way through the crowd. The violins wailed; crying their complaints towards life. The trumpets and trombones thundered joyful proclamations, sending messages up towards the angels. The harps’ fragile notes hypnotized every soul in the room. The drums lightly imitated the heart-beat of the composer. The flutes and clarinets gently expressed their regrets towards the forthcoming end. The bass vibrated soulfully like an undertone to the silent music of the world. The horns played a twisted version of royal entrance hymns. The saxophones blared along to the harmony, with only a hint of jazz in their notes. Inexplicably there was a choir of voices fragile like the shell of an egg but whether it was made up of children or angles is left forever undecided. Even in the short breaks in the melody, the tender tapping of piano keys was more then noticeable. And in the deepest of states, the ringing of a triangle pierces the constantly contouring melody.
The harmony was both, happy and sad, upbeat and mellow. The notes intertwined with each other like a ballet of unsurpassed professionals and then separated almost instantly. The balance between beauty and repulsiveness was broken only by the war between good and evil. It was like watching a performance of actors that could project their voices louder, express their emotions more dramatically and act in ways that people on earth could never do. Even the abstract symmetry of the song far exceeded anything that had ever been composed. It was a tango between fire and water. It was a forbidden romance between Romeo and Juliet. It was forgiveness from God and temptation from the devil. It was a contradiction in perfect alignment with corroboration.
The audience’s emotions ranged from anger to peace, from joy to depression, from ecstasy to bewilderment. Their imaginations surpassed anything they have ever invented before. They had stopped thinking about what it is but what it is not. Their skin crawled at moments with goose bumps, while in other moments it broke out in trickles of sweat. Their breath was scant and at times not found. Their eyes wide open, their lips quivering ever so slightly, and their mouths slightly ajar from awe. It was nothing like anything they had ever heard yet it seemed to be a composition of everything they knew.
At the end the audience could finally breath again, could slowly step out their trance. Though when the composure stepped onto the stage for a final bow all anyone could do was stare, still too dazzled but what they had just heard to applaud. Upon leaving the concert hall, all any of the members of the audience will be able to say is that “it defied all earthly descriptions”. It was a magnificent Symphony in C that would be remembered even on the deathbeds of those lucky enough to have heard it.