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❄ 001: staff paper: handwritten text

[The handwriting is fine, neat, and flowing, a practiced hand, remarkably consistent. Someone used to writing a lot. It seems as if the post is written on blank music sheets, the letters following the lines of the staff. The numbers are written first, then the same numbers translated into musical notes. Then the writing begins.]

It seems like everyone on the network has got these numbers in their heads, right? And there's all these strange things in the news but what I want to know is

Has anybody had, well, voices? In their heads?

I know it sounds crazy, but I guess if it is we've got good reason for it, huh?

[There's a smudge where someone wrote something, and then erased it to a smear.] _sorry

Let me know?

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I am happy to tell you I never did marching band, even when I was in high school.

I certainly have more questions but they seem more unanswerable than others just now. So for the one I can answer: Piano and voice, with a little dabbling in some others.

have you ever touched a trumpet?
(be careful of your answer here; this determines everything)

....no?

okay, good.
we can be friends.
trumpets are literally the manifestation of satan in our physical realm.

I see. Not a ska-music fan then, I take it.

no.
not at all.
there is nothing worse than sitting in front of the trumpet section in concert band.
literally nothing.
it changes you, man.
i have heard some shit, and i will never be the same.

I would imagine sitting directly in front of a section full of instruments of that decibel level might ruin one on their use, yes.

So are you a woodwind player then?

french horn.
which, technically, means i shouldn't even be sitting in front of the trumpets.
unfortunately, our band is about 90% 3rd chair trumpets (and 4th chair?? is that a thing?? if it isn't, it should be), so no one can escape their shitty wailing.

Oh dear. Quite a change from my school then, when we had so few trumpets the clarinets, of which my friend was one, had to take the trumpet part to help out.

Perhaps you could look into joining an outside orchestra instead or something?

lucky you.

but yeah, i can't.
got a part time job, and those outside orchestras take way too much free time that i don't actually have.
i wish, though.

Ah, yes. Maybe once you get out of school though? You could even maybe make a career out of it.

i think my dad would kill me.
that's not the "successful career" he'd want me to have.
and while i actively go out of my way to fuck with him at every point i can, i feel like this would be crossing a line.

He has said as much?

pretty much.
i mean he was really drunk at the time, so i don't know if he even remembers that shit.
but yeah.
he was pretty adamant.

[Oh dear, now she's worried. About someone she doesn't even know.]

Are things often that way?

like what?
him shitting on all the choices i make?
yeah, but that's just how he is.
apparently i am failing to take advantage of allllll the opportunities i have that he never had etc etc old man trying to live through his son etc etc shit.

I know it might not be the easiest thing... but perhaps after high school you'll be able to go your own way and make him proud in some way he never would have dreamed of, if you hadn't gone out and done it.

screw his pride.
ain't nobody got time for that shit.
i don't want it.
i am actively going to do nothing with my life.
fuck him and his expectations.
screw society and its expectations.

Will that make you happy?

it'll make me slightly less aggravated.
which i consider a victory.

If you believe it to be so.

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