This a short story about Suicide.

       

     Oscar Octave is a young French man during the medieval ages. Just a simple trumpet player  for the king. He doesn't like that though and the dyeing is the better option.

Preview

Chapter 1: In The Hall Of Bob The King

The king applauded as he got up from the throne and exited through the right door. Oscar sighed, finally giving his fingers a break. They were red from playing the trumpet for so long. Too long perhaps? He slumped in his chair making it seem like the stage the king was previously on was even higher and bigger than it actually was. Oscar put the trumpet down to the side so he could fix the collar of his fancy white shirt and make sure his average looking black pants were looking sharp. 

“That sounded too good, I need to give the Orchestra of France something more challenging,” The king said to his chief musical advisor. The sloppily dressed advisor was surprised by this; he had been just relaxing, not needing to do anything. Just slouching in a chair without a care in the world. Not even caring enough to do up his shirt properly.

“Hold up, you’re sure that wasn't a big enough challenge? One of the trumpet players barely made it thro-” The advisor said, but then he was cut off by the slightly egotistical King Bob XVI

“Yes, I am completely sure. In fact I’m so sure that I think they should play In The Hall Of The Mountain King!”

“Aw sh*%,” The advisor thought while grabbing the sheet music for the song off the table beside him. His mood had changed from relaxed to terrified. What were the musicians going to do if they found out he let the king choose one of the hardest songs.

The advisor peeked through the side of the stage and made an attempt to walk confidently on stage. It didn’t work though. Once he was at the middle of the stage he started to speak in a shivery voice.

“Hi Everyone, King Bob XVI wants you to play, erm, In The Hall Of The Mountain King,” He dropped the papers on the stage for the musicians to get and then ran off stage.

Everyone rushed out of their seats to the stage-except Oscar. He slowly walked to the stage as if he were trying to drag out the last few seconds before he had to play the horrible trumpet again. Finally, when everyone had gotten the song Oscar was the only one who hadn’t gotten it yet. Oscar felt that his entire head was melting. Everyone was staring at him and some people even started to get mad. Oscar started rushing; not wanting to be judged.

Finally when Everyone got their sheet music they started playing. As soon as King Bob XVI heard the music had started, he rushed onto the stage and swung into the throne. He started doing tiny claps signifying that he was excited.

However, as soon as Oscar joined in all of a sudden the song sounded horrible.

“?????” Is the only way I can describe how Bob was feeling. He was utterly horrified at Oscar’s terribleness.

“Oscar!!!”

        I made this story in school. Sorry if it offended you. I hope you liked it. I worked extremely hard on it! (づ￣ 3￣)づ

I plan to add a audio recording of the story by may 15th! So look forward to that!