Chapter one(1)

" Music gives a soul to the universe, wings to the mind, flight to the imagination and life to everything"

Chapter one

The awakening ray fell on her face when her mother Terren opened the windows, "Up, up and awake little monkey" she called out.

"Mum....! It's still 7 am" she cried out groggily and Terren answered "So you are willing to miss all of this music?" and indeed there was music to hear. The birds singing and the crickets chirping, the sound of the ocean breathing as it crashed in waves; the three together made the best music anyone could ever hear.

The sun's warmth on her face and the music of the beautiful phenomenon of nature left her breathless for the moment. It was like this every day, the warmth of the sun awoke her just like the myth related to sirens of the Maestro's love. Alive and so sweet and daring that they relinquished their right to life and sacrificed it for a voice that was everlasting and went beyond space and time.

A voice that put even the Greek Gods to sleep. Even Zeus in all his Glory was a victim of such passion and power of the lyrics in the ocean.

"Come to reality before you start making the impossible Ashanti!

" How did I even find out about Zeus? " Shanti mumbled.

She was so taken by the magic of the silent instruments playing and how amazing it takes one with the music heart to listen and hear the voice of the strings of guitar playing. There were other instruments which mixed to give here the perfect beat.

"This is Magic!!!" She exclaimed seeping it in.

She felt it and it awoke the long lost passion she thought she had lost when her dad passed on. She was tempted to shut down and cry but she said to herself this is the only way, this is her perfect fantasy.

"This is for you dad. My perfect fantasy."

She was so silent she could hear her own breath and chills in her stomach were too strong to resist. She was so silent and so taken she could not stop herself.

"This is home and this is the perfect place to let it out." While the tune of an orphan played at the background and the strings of an imaginary girl all in her head. She made magic, the magic of the perfect fantasy, she busted into a whole new song.

" This is my perfect fantasy

This is the one of love, peace and belonging.

This is the longing I have been waiting for

While decades go by.

If I may die,

I die knowing my perfect fantasy.

This is my perfect fantasy.

The sun reaching out to the surface for a hug

And the beauty of the ocean strings tings

The perfect jazz tunes of the Earth

Igniting the passion with each breath,

The birds embracing fate as it comes

This is my perfect fantasy.

My fantasy...........

Oh, perfect fantasy.

Indeed I died knowing my perfect fantasy.

This is the life of the gracious God of melody.

This is life in its full bliss.

Taking me to my home I figured grace.

Home away from my home seemed impossible

Till my perfect fantasy.

Oh, my fantasy I heard you call out

Before I knew life

I heard your voice before vision set in

This is my ecstasy

This is a fantasy of reaching utmost pleasure.

Oh yes!

I may be the Queen of hearts

But now I'm keen on my heart,

The perfect fantasy.

And it's my to embrace

Oh........

It's mine to embrace

The perfect fantasy... ...

(Sung in an acoustic soulful manner.)

As she ended it surpassing every pitch and tone to the fullest and finally coming out of the realm of her musical peace, her mom started gushing and shouting, acting like a wild crowd left in amazement.

"Ohhhhhhhhhmygoodd!That was mind-blowing! We love you! one more, Mi Amor"

"Mom! You always thought me a goddess, even before I discovered music. I know it's my mom's honour but I'm terrible."

"Come on! My darling did you even listen to yourself out there? You were simply the epitome of music and you make the beauty of the voices of the melodious Gods wish you were up there with them. There is something in your songs that just keeps the heart of a man pushing for greatness." she gushed as happy tears filled her eyes. She was proud, very proud of her daughter.

"You, my dear, are a star not only of your fantasy but of the entire world that's why you have to go," she said, holding firm onto her daughter's shoulder.

"I can't keep you to myself, the world must hear from the daughter of the great instrumentalist of all times. The instrumentalist whose monument is built in the office of the president. You do not need to live up to that name because you have nothing to prove other than being heard."

" You are a gift and the best gift I could ask for," she told her, pecking her forehead.

" The world is full of beauty yet many are lost in its sequence. All they need is someone to lead them to discover what they are capable of, and you and my love are capable of many things. You can lead your generation to a place where they never thought they could get to. Explore the magic of music and let them know that melodies are not just a fusion of words but it's what keeps the world going." and she could feel the power of her mother's words crashing and rushing through and through into her blood and bones. For once she felt her voice really did have the power to touch hearts. For once she felt like she knew what to do.

" Every breath and instrument that is struck is an ignition of the new world of beauty, relief and creation of perfection"

"Let the world understand the journey of the best, let them feel the love of a human. If gods can love as they do without requiring an answer, then let your heart be the key that leads your generation to attain the simple life of the gods. Just feel the best." as her eyes welled up with tears as well, both mother and daughter sat next to each other, embracing the comfortable silence.

She looked up to her window at the sound of a car parking in front of their yard. The car was no less expensive, it held an aura of great importance, it made her question if it had stopped on the right address or they would just be moving by. Yet, when the doors opened and the car didn't move, she looked at her mum in confusion and shock.

" Mom?" She called puzzled, hoping her mom had answers, "Who are those and what are they doing here?". She noted how they were dressed like the army of the presidents, filing out and positioning themselves around the car with their rifle resting vertically beside them.

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Don't be alarmed, the story has just begun.

Feel the best as we go along!

Until next time,

hold your horses as I ride mine away! "Heya!"