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Everyone has a secret…
It’s a regular day, in a regular school, with regular students… It’s Friday afternoon, 4 o´clock and James is bored, as usual, listening to his History teacher. James loves being sat next to the window, looking at the clouds and dreaming about meeting his band late at night. A band!!! It’s every boy’s dream, but this one is not an average band.
Riiiiiiing!!! Finally the bell rings. James rushes to take the bus home, as soon as he gets home, he throws his bag to the floor, he doesn’t care about homework or studying. He looks at his clock, it’s time to grab his mask, he gets his “crazy” guitar and dresses in his funky clothes.
He never wants to perform to anyone, he is going to perform alone. He grabs his bag and leaves the house, leaving the key under the flowerpot on the way out. He takes out his guitar, strings some notes and hums away to a magical tune. The sound can be heard far away down the street. He always feels nervous until he is strumming the guitar. This is the sound of the world, the world behind the shadows and behind the silence.
James imagines himself in a concert hall as he walks along, playing his guitar…He looks around the concert hall. He glances at his band members. Petrified! Hands sweating, hands shaking, hands slowly moving to the strings. A bus roars past and he imagines it is the roaring of the crowds cheering for him. He sits in the park and plays his guitar. The scream of children playing in a nearby playground brings him back to reality.
As he comes back to reality he listens to the sound of drums, he doesn’t know where it comes from but he follows it. James catches the rhythm of drums with his guitar and someone that’s walking behind him starts singing. He finally finds the drummer and there was also a boy playing the saxophone. Is it a band? A band with two musicians? Is it enough to form a band? He gets confused, surprised but also excited.
The musicians look like homeless, they have a few coins in an old box and James is staring at them. “Hum, I think I know this song, it might be… Mozart or…Frank Sinatra or… I know! I know! It’s “The Song of Joy” by Beethoven! Oh God I love this song, let me play with them.”
