Book of Noodle

Chapter 1

It was dark. Too dark. Where am I? Who am I?
I shifted myself a little, maybe I could see better...i sucked in air through my teeth as I felt small wooden needles poke through my skin...splinters.

"Ouch..."
I grunted out in Japanese as I sat up. Nothing.
What was this? A crate?

Finally there was a show of light through the cracks and muffled voices. I couldn't make out what they were saying...they didn't sound Japanese. So I couldn't exactly pick out what they were saying.
Beside me i felt something smooth and it had strings...a guitar? But why? Its got to be here for some reason. Am i supposed to play it?

I hold it in my hands...it was just my size. Next to it was an ad cut out from a newspaper, it had a photo of a guitar in it and a few words that definitely weren't Japanese either. It looked like an Add of some sort. An ad for a guitar? A guitarist!

Maybe that's why I was in here? Some sort of interview?

Was that it?

I held the guitar gently. Maybe I should-

cRaCk!

The top of the crate cracked open. That was my que!
I began strumming softly...then played more faster and faster doing my own little solo before jumping out of the crate with a yell of adrenaline rush.

As soon as I landed I took a bow to formally greet them.
But wait? They didn't speak Japanese...what should I say? There was only one word I know how to say...
"Noodle."