"Music soothes the soul…or so they say. Never was there a greater need for the vibration of these strings. Panic has swept in with the arctic waters, reaching every room, hall, staircase…every soul. I was tempted to run, tempted to let fear overtake me, but music soothes the soul…or so they say. As the water creeps in further, leaving nothing untouched, I remember the days of my youth. Selfish days I lived. I wanted nothing more than fame, riches and fun, not unlike many of the poor souls I see here. I pray their life has meant something, that they will be missed and remembered. I will play on. Screaming, running, fighting…gone is the laughter, dancing, and merriment that filled these halls just hours earlier. I wonder if they know…this is our end. I have accepted and embraced it and I will play until I meet that end. Music soothes the soul…or so they say. So let the sound of our instruments carry you to your watery graves deer travelers. We will play on until the instruments we love are swept away and the blood no longer flows to our finger tips. Take comfort that we are here with you and we will meet the same end. You are not alone, because music soothes the soul…or so they say."
…it's fairly obvious what the prompt was. But it was interesting to consider this historic event in a new light. I hope you enjoyed.
