Mute Musician Novels & Stories

"I wonder who the artist is?" "Hold that thought," he pulled out his phone to quickly Shazam the tune. "There you go—" He showed her the results. "—Choose To Love by Photronique." "I think it's fitting, don't you think?" She asked. "It is," Liam agreed. "Are you happy?" "Completely." She sighed as she melted into his arms again. "Me too," he admitted. "But I'll be even happier once I take off that dress and fuck you good. Prepare to be mindblown tonight, Princess. The doctor gave me a clean bill of health."

"Yeah, we're in the clear, for now at least." "Good, I wanna keep this tank intact so I can work on it when we get back," Miguel said and turned on some music from his phone, Van Morrison's classic was the first to play and we sang along, making Jay pull up his hoodie in embarrassment again. We were driving for another nine hours so I decided to do something fun, I told Miguel that I would catch up with him sooner or later. I climbed out of the tank and whistled, down the road came my motorcycle roaring, I was gonna have some fun.

Mic mic bungee [Verse 2: Suga] Mic mic bungee Bright light 전진 망할 거 같았겠지만 I'm fine, sorry 미안해 Billboard 미안해 worldwide 아들이 넘 잘나가서 미안해 엄마 대신해줘 니가 못한 효도 우리 콘서트 절대 없어 포도 I do it I do it 넌 맛없는 라따뚜이 혹 배가 아프다면 고소해 Sue it [Pre-Chorus: V, Jungkook, Jimin, Jin] Did you see my bag? (where?) Did you see my bag? (where?) It's hella trophies and it's hella thick (hella thick, hella thick) What you think 'bout that? (well) What you think 'bout that? (well) I bet it got my haters hella sick (hella sick)

Hashtags blink back at me. #FindLuna #SaveLuna #FreeLuna Some are sincere. Some are memes. A fan thread debates whether I’m in a bunker, a yacht, or buried in someone’s vineyard. One particularly creative edit puts a ball and chain on my ankle with Dante’s face as the iron weight. I shut the laptop. Pick up my guitar instead. The strings are slightly out of tune. So am I. I play anyway. Chords that feel like muscle memory rather than inspiration.

“A person needs new scenery, challenges, and different input.” Vice had opened his laptop on the table. “If I may?” He purred, and pressed a key without waiting, so that Mirage’s voice oozed out of the attached speaker, into her major song, the pizzicato twanging against the nerves, drawing attention and holding it as she began her teeth-clenched complaint. As the music burst in, James’ beats driving the heartbeat up and up, capturing the edginess of the topic against the breathy croon of Mirage’s voice, and Seb’s gentle notes.

After the sixth time, Hae Mina placed words to the hum and joined with the rest of the group. All at once, the drums' rhythm altered to a fast-paced song. The harmonica jumped to a different beat, and the guitars altered. Rhee Min-Jun's bow danced along the violin strings. Hae Mina and Kyung Jiho paused and listened to the new music. This was a familiar song, one they had practiced many times. Hae Mina jumped in just in time with Kyung Jiho. However, their peaceful moment shattered with the loud beep of Kyung Jiho's phone. All the music halted.

Music became the language through which I could convey my deepest joys and sorrows. So I will be playing the melody of Dandelions by Ruth B. My fingers trembled with anticipation as I pressed the first key, producing a sound that seemed foreign and discordant. It was clear that my touch was not enough to produce the harmonious melodies I had envisioned. Undeterred, I continued to press each key, determined to improve the synchronicity of the notes and create a beautiful composition.

My heart is racing as though I've been running for eternity. When someone cleared his throat, I jolted out of my daze. The teacher had brown hair, glasses that dangle on the tip of his nose, and blue eyes; he grinned and questioned. "You must be a new student, correct? Fleurie?" I confirmed with a nod. "My name is Mr Helton," he replied with a phoney smile. " The seat beside Marisa is empty, can you raise your hand?" He said as a pretty girl with blonde hair and blue eyes smiled at me as she extended her hand.

She muttered and rolled her eyes at him when Marcus refused to notice how uneasy she felt. He turned to look at her when they’d stopped in traffic. “Oh, so you’re now having regrets huh…Classic.” “What, I wouldn’t be having regrets if you’d just listen to me and change the music. It just gives me the ick.” She shrugged dramatically, groaning low in her throat until Marcus finally changed the music to Taylor Swift RnB. She sat up immediately and started grinning at him. “I know you can still be a sweet guy.” She grabbed Marcus’s free hands and placed it on her thighs as she winked at him. Marcus didn’t say anything at first, he just looked at her, shook his head and started laughing.

************** I went to bed immediately after I took a shower. I picked up my pbone and scrolled through F******k. Only artists came out because they are the only ones I love and followed. I was busy looking at the pictures when someone texted. From: 09********* "Hello! Are you still awake? How are you?" I frowned when I read the text. I didn’t reply because I didn’t know who's texting me. I opened my Spotify to listen some music. I chose "Butterfly" by BTS. The song is too good. I couldn't understand the lyrics but I was enjoying it. My mood lifted up but someone ruined it. I got a text again from an unknown number.