Random Bits of My Brain

Music Deaf

Story Idea:

They said he had autism. Why else would he tap his foot 24/7, mumble under his breath, and start dancing randomly? Also, why was he periodically scribbling in that music staff book? 

But most importantly, what does Alissa have to do with his miracle recovery?

Anston. His name caused people to have one of three reactions:laughter, mockery, and thinly veiled concern. He was a child prodigy, mastering songs a professional would take years to in mere hours, writing both sonatas and the newest hot pop songs on whim, and singing like an angel.

So what happened as time went by? What caused this miracle on earth to start going crazy when he was fine before? Why does he look like Beethoven reincarnated, crazy? There are so many questions that may never be answered.

Alissa. Her name caused people to have one reaction: smiling dreamily. She would be your common chearleader except also a mixture of all others. She's athletic and nerdy, fun and serious, quite literally the definition of crowd pleaser. So why, instead of hanging with the cool kids, is she sitting next to Anston? Writing with Anston? Laughing with Anston? And dating Anston?

Most importantly, why did she leave when he became normal?

Music is what connects them, and we can only hope to decipher the mystery duo called Anston and Alissa.

Anston's P.O.V

They wouldn't stop. The music.

The muses.

I don't know why I took this responsibility. I feel like my head is going to explode. Within a week, I've already been through 10 notebooks. I'd known the consequences, I just couldn't bear to see her suffer further. My sister. 

That's why I was perplexed when they stopped.

At least all except one.

One single voice.

When she was next to me.

Alissa Caron. 

And why was she next to me? This is my war, not her battle. 

The answer? She knows something. 

And I will find out what.

Alissa's P.O.V

He surprised me. 

I expected muttering, hair pulling, nervous biting of nails, furtive eyes, rumpled clothes, expensive belongins, and a crowd.

Not calm but rapid writing. Not loneliness. Not neatness. And certainly not attractiveness. 

Okay let me clarify.

The likes of him have to write to remain halfway sane, the creativity of them naturally attract a crowd, the music will eventually drive to the point of only having energy to write more, and the music also drove you to insanity. 

So how was he so put together? How did he remain sane? How is he so lonely? 

I guess my curiosity is what drove me to abandon the plan and approach early. 

But as the saying goes, curiosity killed the cat.

Natalia's P.O.V

Life as a guardian angel is more boring than you'd think.

Sure, we get to fly, sure, we get to protect, and sure, we get to enjoy the finer parts of being His servant. 

But ever since that new girl came, things have gotten a lot more interesting.

My charge has stopped hearing the music when she's around. He can actually write down what is going on. There have been less entries. What is going on?

Most importantly, why doesn't she have an angel?

I knew falling in love was the wrong thing to do.

Paranoia and jealousy has influenced a lot of my decisions. It is hindering my abibilty to protect.

I have to focus. 

FInd out who or what she is.

And protect my assignment.