Octaves

by JapaneseTeeth


Chapter 6#: (voices)

Vinyl lay on her couch, staring up at the ceiling, trying to listen to the silence. Her head throbbed with music. The songs she had already written, the songs she was working on, even songs she had never heard before and were just drifting into her mind. All of it jumbled together into a dissonant mess, as if her thoughts were all trying to drown each other out.

She closed her eyes and saw the score for the music she had composed. Everything was out of order and shuffled up, a pile of notes all trying to be played at the same time. The blinking lights from the consoles and mixers and microphones began to flash, leaving discolored spots hanging in front of her.

The dull ache pulsed through her head, as if her thoughts were trying to escape, to get away from the grind.

I wonder if this ever happens to Octavia...