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The tall, probably nineteen to twenty year old boy, walked along the darkened road . His droopy white hair moved around as he walked, and he had to continually push it out of his spectacles.
His mind kept wandering to the recital he had given earlier that day on his prized violin, a recital during which the seats were, for the most part, empty. He was annoyed. People didn't know talent, even if it danced naked in front of their eyes, wearing a sunflower on it's head - not that he had done that, of course - he had just played some songs. Hmph, he thought, angrily. If these losers won't recognise my talent, I'll try somewhere else.
He paused at the crossroads, waiting for the traffic to pass, when suddenly - BRRRRRRRRING !!!
He flipped open his mobile phone, and said " Hello ? "
" Hello." said the voice on the other end. " Is this Kaito speaking? "
" Yup, this is him. And you are ?"
" You may or may not know me, Mr. Kaito. But I am the owner of Ciassente Japan."
Kaito's heart skipped. Why was the owner of Japan's most prestigious Music Academy calling him ?
" Yes ?"
" One of our staff was present at your recital today, Mr.Kaito, and he liked what he saw, or rather, heard. "
"So ?"
" We would like to know if you are interested in a scholarship at our Academy."
Kaito nearly fainted.
" Seriously ?"
" Yes."
" Yes ! I'm interested ! "
" Thank you then, Mr. Kaito. That will be all for now. Details will be sent to you later."
"Woohoo !!!" Kaito yelled, dancing for joy.
Even as he celebrated, he saw out of the corner of his eye, the streetlights flickering and turning out.
What's that ? he wondered. Nah. It must just be faulty circuitry.
A second later, he felt himself being falling onto the road. Something pushed me, he thought. But what ? I can't see anything ...
As he fell, he saw the glare of headlights, and finally.....CRRRUUUNNNCH !!!
He looked up, a minute later, to find himself "floating" above his motionless, bleeding body, like a ghost - with people congregating around it. He shouted and yelled for all he was worth, but no one seemed to hear him. Confused, he tried to run to his home to get help, but was held in place by something.
He looked down at his torso, to find a chain , a heavy iron chain, connected to his spirit, holding him in place..............
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The tall, probably nineteen to twenty year old boy, walked along the darkened road . His droopy white hair moved around as he walked, and he had to continually push it out of his spectacles.
His mind kept wandering to the recital he had given earlier that day on his prized violin, a recital during which the seats were, for the most part, empty. He was annoyed. People didn't know talent, even if it danced naked in front of their eyes, wearing a sunflower on it's head - not that he had done that, of course - he had just played some songs. Hmph, he thought, angrily. If these losers won't recognise my talent, I'll try somewhere else.
He paused at the crossroads, waiting for the traffic to pass, when suddenly - BRRRRRRRRING !!!
He flipped open his mobile phone, and said " Hello ? "
" Hello." said the voice on the other end. " Is this Kaito speaking? "
" Yup, this is him. And you are ?"
" You may or may not know me, Mr. Kaito. But I am the owner of Ciassente Japan."
Kaito's heart skipped. Why was the owner of Japan's most prestigious Music Academy calling him ?
" Yes ?"
" One of our staff was present at your recital today, Mr.Kaito, and he liked what he saw, or rather, heard. "
"So ?"
" We would like to know if you are interested in a scholarship at our Academy."
Kaito nearly fainted.
" Seriously ?"
" Yes."
" Yes ! I'm interested ! "
" Thank you then, Mr. Kaito. That will be all for now. Details will be sent to you later."
"Woohoo !!!" Kaito yelled, dancing for joy.
Even as he celebrated, he saw out of the corner of his eye, the streetlights flickering and turning out.
What's that ? he wondered. Nah. It must just be faulty circuitry.
A second later, he felt himself being falling onto the road. Something pushed me, he thought. But what ? I can't see anything ...
As he fell, he saw the glare of headlights, and finally.....CRRRUUUNNNCH !!!
He looked up, a minute later, to find himself "floating" above his motionless, bleeding body, like a ghost - with people congregating around it. He shouted and yelled for all he was worth, but no one seemed to hear him. Confused, he tried to run to his home to get help, but was held in place by something.
He looked down at his torso, to find a chain , a heavy iron chain, connected to his spirit, holding him in place..............
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