“Turn up the radio,” Anabel says to her friend Lily who was sitting on the other side of her room closer to the radio.
“Hold on,” Lily answered, keeping her eyes glued to her sketchbook.
Anabel huffed and responded, “Please, Lilly, I need inspirtation for my writing.”
Lily, continuing to draw in her sketchbook, said, “Fine,” and turned the volume on the radio up, only to find that a commercial was on.
Anabel huffed again, “Find a song to listen to.”
They continued seeking through radio stations for something inspirational. Anabel spent some time doodling and writing ideas down on her paper, but failed to connect with an idea.
She was stuck without an idea for the piece she was working on for a writing contest at her school. It needed to be turned in the next morning and it was already 11 o’clock at night!
They continued changing radio stations until they finally decided to take a break and go down to the kitchen for a snack.
As Anabel searched the fridge, she heard unfamiliar music. The sound intrigued her. She snooped around the house looking for the source it was coming from, but couldn’t find anything. She ran upstairs and grabbed her pencil and notepad.
“Lily, get your shoes and follow me outside!” she shouted as she slipped on her flip-flops and darted out the door, not even fazed that she was in her pajamas.
She headed to her left down the street, the music getting louder the further she went. It sounded electrical, unique, something she had never heard before. She knew she was getting closer, so she slowed down. Lily trailed a short ways behind her, continually asking where she was going. Anabel just hushed her and kept walking.
Then she saw, in a short distance, something glimmer, like the reflection of something metal. She slowly approached it.
She found an older gentleman playing what looked like a small harp. She had never seen the man before, let alone the instrument. All she knew was how much she admired the sound.
“Sir, may I ask, what is that you are playing?” She asked.
“This is a Gravikord,” He answered.
“Would you mind if I listen?” She asked.
“Fine with me. Enjoy.”
Anabel sat down on the grass, taking out her pencil and notepad. Lily arrived, content, realizing what it was that her friend was after.
Anabel had found her inspiration.