CANTAR THE MAGIC GUITAR - Early CB - Magical Realism Feb 19, 2021 9:42:22 GMT -5
Post by kpalms on Feb 19, 2021 9:42:22 GMT -5
CHAPTER ONE: THE OLD MUSIC SHOP
Rain falls on the elementary school, a one story building with playing fields on both sides. Cars are parked in front of it.
Inside a classroom, eight-year old ponytailed Melody bites her nails as she doodles on a list of words. Melody wears glasses but wants to wear contact lenses. Her mom says not until she’s older. Sometimes the boys call her “four eyes.” What if they couldn’t see well? I wish they would leave me alone.
Her teacher calls on her. “Melody, spell SEARCH.”
Melody looks down at the paper then slowly spells the word, “S-U-R-C-H.”
“Melody, SEARCH doesn't have a U in it. It does have an E and an A.”
Melody bites her nails again. Mom and Dad won’t like this. They don’t like to see bad report cards.
Melody jumps in her seat as a loud boom of thunder shakes the classroom. The lights go off and lightning bolts flash outside. Sirens wail as a firetruck rushes by.
The teacher calms the kids. “We'll be OK. Just stay seated.” The lights go back on and she opens the door. “Since it's almost time for lunch, everyone can line up now.”
Melody follows the kids down the hall and into the lunchroom. She sits at a table and eats a sandwich with her friends. “That was scary.”
A friend agrees. “I hate lightning and thunder.”
Melody frowns. “I hate spelling.”
Another friend speaks up. “My dad's a fireman. He says he's busy when it's stormy.”
Near the school is a music shop, a small one story building that looks like a log cabin. During the storm, a lightning bolt strikes the roof, goes through the building, and hits an old guitar. BOOM!
The guitar glows and plays a single chord. DA-DA.
BOOM! An explosion shoots flames skyward. The guitar flies through the roof and lands in front of the shop, black with soot. It glows and sings, “I`m Cantar, the Magic Guitar. I`ll take you near and far.”
After the fire trucks arrive, the uniformed firefighters use hoses to spray the flames. They ignore the small dirty guitar lying in the grass.
A few hours later, Melody strolls home from school. She’s very worried about spelling class and getting a bad grade. She sniffs the bitter smoke a block before she sees the shop, which is still smoking from the fire. Melody stops to watch the firefighters. One man throws the guitar towards a trash can. It misses and lands at her feet.
I can’t believe my good luck. She grabs it by the neck and holds it up. It has gold print at the top. Melody reads, “C.F. Martin.” Ugly black soot covers its nice brown color.
Melody looks at the men. I don’t know what to do. Mom and Dad said never talk to strangers.
A firefighter sees her with the guitar. He asks, “Like music?”
“Take it!” The man goes back to work.