ECHOES OF THE SINGING FLUTE

 

This story is about a young girl lyra whom The power of the flute is in the palm of her hand.

Chapter One – The Melody of Desire

“Music was everything to me. Every beat, every note, every melody I imagined called to me, and nothing else seemed to matter.”

“My fingers itched to hold a flute. I—Lyra—couldn’t imagine life without music.”

My parents did not love the idea of me chasing music, but I carried an endless desire to learn and play.

I had a close friend named Annie. She was more than a friend—almost like a sister. We lived opposite each other, went to the same school, shared the same class, and walked home together every day.

Annie loved writing. Sometimes, I envied her, but I never saw a reason to stop loving music. Annie’s parents, however, did not like me. They were angered whenever they saw Annie with me, thinking my passion for music would distract her from her own dream of becoming a writer.

Still, my focus was clear. I loved music—watching musical movies, reading books on melodies, and dreaming about holding my own flute. Annie and I often spent our school breaks in the library. She would read books on writing, while I searched for anything about music.

But one challenge haunted me: I didn’t own a flute. I wanted to tell my parents, but fear held me back. My plan was to please my mother first, then ask. On a Saturday, I washed all her dirty clothes and cleaned her room. When I asked, “Mom, is there anything else you want me to do?” she smiled suspiciously.

"This one that you washed all my clothes, cleaned my room, and are still asking me if I need anything else… I hope all is well?" she said.

I hesitated, stammering, “Em… Mom, I want to discuss something with you.”

She looked at me curiously. “What is it, Lyra?”

Kneeling before her, I pleaded, “Mom, please… I love the flute so much. Can you buy one for me?”

Her smile vanished. She raised her voice, “What did you just say? Get out of my room! What I want for you is to become a doctor—not a musician!”

I left in tears, my heart broken, but my dream still alive.

Little did I know that my journey with music had only begun, and nothing—not even my mother’s disapproval—could silence the sound of destiny calling me.