a deep breath, Jack begins playing his masterpiece. His confidence
slowly fading with every sour note. He had gone over the song many
times before, but now something is different. Each off-key note rattles
his nerves slightly more than the last. The song is inspired by the
people in his audience, every note represents someone in his crowd.
Their faces flash in his mind with the strike of their key.
song fades away into silence from its listeners. With eyes closed,
Jack exhales, wondering if they could sense that something was off.
Slowly he turns toward his audience to take a reluctant bow and for
the first time, gets a glimpse of the crowd. A big smile takes his
face. Of course they hadn’t sensed anything, he thought, how
could they? They’re all dead. Their last breathes advanced his
work bit by bit. Jack had strangled them with the very wires that
were now strung in his piano. Every one of their deaths giving life
to something far greater. They are to be immortal, in song.
had been there longer than others, slowly decaying. Every neck still
showing traces of the blood that escaped as the piano wire glided
through skin. Jack had dressed them all up nicely and placed them
in the seats where they have waited patiently for his performance.
The only sign of life given off comes from the maggots dining on their
Now, looking at his lifeless crowd, Jack realizes the mistake that had plagued his sound. He had forgotten the song was made up completely of minors.