"Cj my man! Sit with us!"
My best friend, I love him. Not the most straight guy in the world, if you get the point but he is my best friend.
I smile and roll my eyes "Brandon, how was your summer?" I ask.
"Pretty good." He says.
And our conversation ends as he puts his earphones in and starts to listen to what sounds like some marching band.
"It's DCI" he says.
"Dci?" I ask.
"Drum corps international, it's said that everyone that performs in drum corps is a mutant that they can literally see the colors they play. One day I want to join them." He says with a glimmer in his eyes.
"How does music make color?" I ask.
His face goes slack a little, he's thinking.
"Well personally I've never seen color but from what I've read and understood it looks bright, when happy, and dull when sad, and black when just dead, and so much more. I really can't describe." He says.
I smile and start to think more about this strange things called colors.
What is color? Do the people who perform in DCI, know how lucky they are?
Do they? I hope they do.
YOU ARE READING
Colors
FantasySo you can't see color and neither can anyone else, but when you find your soulmate. You suddenly can see color, like the color of music and everything. But when you ask your Soulmate about the colors. They say "what colors?"
