Mute Musician Novels & Stories

Mellana elaborates. “I’ll keep it.” I decided “That’s nothing to worry about.” I keep the piece in my backpack. We focused back on eating and resting ourselves. A short time after that we got back up and crossed the pack’s limits. It was a peculiar feeling. It felt like something was being taken from me, like a warm piece of cloth. “From now on we’ll communicate through signals and mindlink so we can avoid making sounds and attracting unwanted attention.” Mellana whispers and we nod our heads in accordance.

Zeus and I took turns fiddling with his radio inside his truck. The radio picked up many radio stations, but none of the songs they currently play suited our taste. Although Zeus has some burned CDs, he told me that the truck wasn't his and belonged to his friend. So, I should expect some odd and old songs. "We should play just one. The old songs are gold. I still like to hear some of them rather than the new-aged music. I don't quite like it," I told him as I flipped the cd holder.

"How's he going? And Nikki?" "Yeah, they're good," I smiled. "They've converted me into a Yankee, which I'm sure will impress you Eli." "How dare you!" He joked. "I told you that I'd only let you go if you became a Mets fan." "He's right," Tyler spoke up from beside me. "I mean seriously, who trusts a team without a mascot? You've always gotta back the underdogs." "Thankyou!" Eli had quickly become rather animated. "I'm glad that someone in New York still has common sense."

Mute against my will. 1…. 2……3…. I count under my breath as I was about to unleash on him to free myself.

Nico muttered, rubbing his forehead. I laughed and shoved his shoulder. For the first time in years, I felt light. The music suddenly changed, becoming faster and louder, and before I could think twice, I grabbed Nico's wrist and pulled him toward the dance floor. His eyes widened. “Wait—Nyelle!” The music drowned everything else out, for once, my mind was quiet. Nico eventually stopped protesting and started laughing as he danced beside me. People around us noticed, and soon the crowd began cheering. “The Beast Biker can dance too?”

After the voice changer, my friend's voice really did sound a lot like his. No wonder Madison believed without question that he was LeoWinter. "You're mute, after all. If AutumnWind ever found out the truth, wouldn't she be disappointed?" Bruce smirked smugly. "Even though I stole your place, I'm the perfect LeoWinter in her eyes." He laughed triumphantly and casually patted my shoulder. "Compared to a mute like you, obviously it's better for me to be LeoWinter." Rage surged through me. Even the spot he touched felt disgusting. I violently shook his hand off my shoulder.

It was still technically incomplete, lacking an ending, which Marcus thought was poetically appropriate for her life. He sat in the creaking plastic chair and listened in total silence until her hands fell still. "Do they move when you play?" he asked softly. The safehouse was quiet. "Yes," she whispered, a small smile breaking through her exhaustion. "All of them. Remy is the most responsive by far. He settles completely when the tempo is slow, and starts kicking the moment I transition to a minor chord change." The smile grew warmer, entirely private. "He’s going to be exhausting."

She told herself this, standing in the band corridor with her phone in her hand and her heart beating with a precision she chose not to examine too closely, that she was simply present, that whatever happened next was incidental. It was not incidental. She heard him before she saw him, through the thin wall of the equipment room, a voice she had never associated with Mason Reed in three years of knowing him, low and unguarded and genuinely good, working through something slow and melodic that she didn't recognize, his footsteps moving in a small, restless circle as he sang, the particular freedom of someone who believed completely that no one was listening. She recorded eleven seconds.

the voice called and she took it as a cue for her to raise her head. When she came face to face with Prince Arthur, she couldn’t find her voice for a damn minute. His blue eyes were mesmerizing that she had gotten lost in them. “Finally.” She mumbled. “Did you say something, my lady?” he asked. Once in the united stated, he learned that most girls mumble things under their breath when they are angry or in need of something but he can’t say for her. “No my prince. I was just caught up in the moment.” It was a sly reply but she did voice it out.

The rhythmic beats of lively tunes filled the room as they gleefully danced to their individual songs, each lost in their own world of melody. Laurent, with a contagious enthusiasm, moved to the beat of an upbeat pop song that echoed through his headphones. His small feet shuffled across the carpet in a display of youthful exuberance. Miniscera, on the other hand, twirled gracefully to a more melodic tune, her headphones delivering the sweet strains of a classical composition.