Prologue: The Music Maker
Music…
For others, it is entertainment…
For some, a therapeutic element…
For me, it is life… My own life.
My life revolves around music… I create music for a living…
I spend more time playing music than doing anything else…
People even describes me as someone who is married to music…
It is as if I am bounded by a commitment to never stop creating music…
Yet, never once did I ever feel tired of doing what I do best…
I’ve lived a grayscale dull life and music has brought color to my black and white world…
My music is the embodiment of the sentiment I have been carrying my whole life…
It is my emotions, my heart, translated into lyrics and sounds.
It is for this reason why I’ve been called names like “Music Genius” or even “Goddess of Songs”…
Flattering titles, surely… I have won several awards each year for the songs I create, but none of those matters much to me other than the “Composer of the Year” award…
This is the only award that always prompts me to look back to who I was before… To remember my childhood dreams… To remind me of the promise I made, to which I sigh in relief and tell myself, “I’m finally here.”
It is the proof of my success… The sole reminder that I am on the right track… But things started changing in an event two years ago …
That event marked the beginning of my downfall… Little by little, I fell apart… I lost sight of my ideals… I lost my music…
My name is Fion De Leon… a used-to-be very famous composer in my mid 40’s, marami na akong napagdaanang pagsubok ng buhay, at kung masaktan man ako, hindi ako nagpapatalo… Pero sa sitwasyon ngayon, kahit ipaglaban ko pa ang karapatan ko, tama sila… My music has lost its life… My music that always had a soul, can now be described as an empty shell…
I don’t know what I should do now… Until I find the soul of my music, I can’t go back on doing the thing I love the most… It’s like being forced to sign divorce papers that you don’t want… Hindi ko alam kung paano ko mahahanap ulit yun… Kung may isa mang bagay na alam ko, that would be if I can’t find my way back to my career, I will never be whole again for the rest of my life.
And suddenly, the doorbell rang a total of four times in different minutes of the same hour in the same day… I wonder… Would opening the door lead me back to my colorful world, or would it only bring me more trouble?
BINABASA MO ANG
Colorful World
Teen FictionFion De Leon, now in her mid 40's, was a very famous composer and musician. She had been known for years and has received many awards in her career. But then, a depressing result of an event took a toll on her and marked the beginning of her downfal...
