Okay, how about this (I feel like I'm trying to pitch an idea). No longer plays piano, hates music. One morning his son tries to play. Realizes he needs to live for others as well as himself. Teaches his son everything his teacher taught him.
I think this would have a better moral then before, though now borderlines on unoriginal, I think. Or maybe not, I don't know, does passing on your legacy that bad to incorporate in a story anymore?
While we're at it, music doesn't have to be what causes him to ruin his hands. It could just be the fact that it wasn't enough, though I like the fact that he suffers for his passion.
Once again I'm happy to hear your thoughts. Of course I'm hoping to add other elements on the wall that will be continually regurgitated throughout the story (I'm envisioning one or two venetian masks on the walls of the teacher's music room, symbolizing the judgement on the man during this process, how does that sound), as well as the teacher's daughter. I also want the man to sort of develop a
safe haven in his mind while he plays, a place that transforms depending on what he is performing. This may sound over the top but I don't believe it's impossible. I envision scenes or emotions while I play, while this man's is just more vivid.
I think I've described next to every element of the story. There will be a few more, but I don't want this to be an overly long tale, hopefully no more than 40 posts.
On another note for the man hating music, what if the teacher has a different but equally handicapping incident. Showing the man that if she overcame that, why couldn't he (I was thinking of blindness)?
How does all this sound? Does this story have any hope?
02-Jan-2011 07:28:07
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Dark Enmity
