Firework - JBD Entry Story

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In the days when I was young the only music I heard was from the lullabies my mother would sing me to sleep. The sound flowed into my ears calming me through the rhythm and rhyme. The childish tunes would bring me joy, but it was really nothing more than a peaceful ritual before bed. Music to me was just lullabies, soft and quiet, slow and smooth. I always loved these songs, but it never made me realize how much I loved music. I learned that from taking a walk in town one day.

The busy streets were filled with dragons. Many rushed in a hurry to get their chores done, while others seemed to hang out with their friends. Momma and I walked down avenue calm and collected, as if wallflowers against the crowds swarming by. Pitter pattering feet and chatting mouths were the only sounds anywhere close to the area. I was struggling trying to keep up with my mother, since I was much smaller compared to her. Every time I fell behind, she would stop and turn around slowly, smiling sweetly at me as I pushed forward. Then she would tell me, “Firework, it’s alright, we only have a few more places to stop.”

Suddenly, as we turned a corner, a strange noise came to my ears. It wasn’t a bad sound in anyway, it actually intrigued me. I ran straight ahead, ignoring my mom’s pleading calls. I didn’t stop until I finally found the source of the beautiful noise. In shock, I looked up to see another Bean holding a weird thing in his lap. He would strum on the strings and the noise would fly through the air. He saw me look up at him, and turned down to look at me.

“Hello there little one, do you have anyone you are here with? Little dragons shouldn’t wander off,” he stated as he set the sound strummer down.

“I know, but I ran this way because I heard a pretty noise!”

“A pretty noise hmm? Well could it be this?” The dragon picked up his contraption and began strumming as he did earlier. The sound returned and I jumped with glee squealing. The bean chuckled softly and then said, “I’m guessing this was the sound. Well, this is called a guitar, when you strum on it music comes out.”

“You mean like when you sing?” I pondered out loud.

“Hehe, yes exactly, but instead of words coming out, just sound...like....hmmm, here let me grab something real quick.” Opening an awkward shaped case, the dragon pulled out a smaller looking guitar, just the perfect size for a little dragon like me. Handing the object to me he spoke, “Here you go, just the right size. Go on and play with it.”

I looked down at the contraption in my claws. Then I imitated the way the older dragon held it. Placing my paw in front of the strings I ran them across the strings. The noise wasn’t nearly as amazing as the one the other dragon made, but it still made me feel complete. Like that object in my hands was the key to who I was.

“Firework! There you are! Why did you run off like that? I’m so sorry if he caused you any trouble sir,” my mother rambled as she ran up towards us.

“It was no trouble at all miss.” With those words he packed up his guitar and started off.

“Wait!” Mother exclaimed. “You forgot your little guitar!” I held the object in my paws, I knew it was his, but I really didn’t want to give it back.

“Don’t worry about it, Firework can keep it, I have no real use for it anymore.” With that he strolled on down the path.

Ever since that day, I played on the guitar all the time. By the time I grew too big for it, Mom and Dad bought me a bigger one. The music that flowed out from the vibrating strings intrigued me so much, that I investigated other instruments. Music became my life, and I loved every second of it.