this is the fairy tale of mine which was made in the fourth semester; one of my genre-based writing tasks. Inspired from "Aubrey" my fav song from Bread, and Corale (actuallly it's single L) the name of my brother's school choir group. Of course the father here is the fiction representation of my dad <3. Aubrey and her father looks pretty well like me and my lovely oldman. :)
Aubrey and the Song of Coralle
By: Puspa Merah R
And Aubrey was her name
A not so very ordinary girl
or name
But who’s to blame?
For a love…that wouldn’t
bloom
For the hearts that never
played in tune……….
“Dad, whose
song is that?”
“That’s
your song dear…”
“Mine…..?”
“Literally
yes……”
It was a
long and winding night in April. The pale moonlight shadow lighted a wooden grange
in the silent countryside. There were no sounds besides the wind and the voice
of a father who was singing a lullaby for his only one daughter, Aubrey.
“Can you
keep singing that till I fall asleep?” she said.
“Let’s
sleep Aubrey, tomorrow will be nice.”
“Oh…Dad
please, I love that song. You’ve never sung it before.”
“Alright,
but as soon you ought to sing this song for me,” the father said.
“Okay Dad.
When I’m getting used to it.”
The father
kept singing the song until her daughter slept tight. He turned off the candles
in the chandelier and closed the bow window covered in yellow curtain.
The next
day, Aubrey was still questioning about that song. She came into her father who
was watering the land which was full of beautiful Tulips.
“Why must
be Aubrey….there are a lot of names Dad, aren’t there?” asked Aubrey.
“Yes there
are, but Aubrey is not an ordinary girl or name,” replied the father.
“Oh…I see.
It’s about me.”
“Who said
so?” the father asked.
“You said,
last night.”
The father
smiled and walked into the grange.
“That song
is The Coralle’s Song,” the father said.
“The Coralle?”
“Yes, the
Boscombe Kingdom’s Choir. They used to be the most beautiful voices that
Boscombe had. The Honorable Baron XI loved them,” the father said.
“Where are
they now?” Aubrey asked.
“Live in
peace,” the father answered calmly.
“And, the
Coralle consisted of two men and a woman. The woman who wrote and sang that
song,” the father added.
“The woman
believed that one day, there would be a girl or a woman who would replace her
to sing that song,” said the father
“Hmm… I
want to be that one,” Aubrey said.
“Just prove
that, sing the song every day. I’ve heard that Boscombe Kingdom is looking for
its brand-new Choir.”
“Really?
But I’m 15 years old,” she said and wrinkled.
“Who knows
if the destiny proves it might be you,” the father said.
“I’ll try
it, I love the song. I’ll sing it for you Dad,” she said.
“I hope so
dear. And remember, only a kind-hearted person who can sing that song
beautifully,”
Aubrey
smiled and went out to the yard. Day by day, She was a nice girl. She helped
her father with the Tulips yard, cooking for her father, and singing that
lullaby every single night while playing the guitar. Aubrey was the same as she
used to be. Nothing changed; she was a pure kind-hearted girl.
One day, the
father went out of the country side to sell the blossoming Tulips. Aubrey was alone in the grange. She played the guitar and
sang Aubrey song. Suddenly there was
someone who knocked the door. She walked into the door and opened it. An old
woman in a pink pastel tattered gown stood in front of the yard. She looked
under the weather. Aubrey let her came into the house and made a cup of warm chicory for her. The old woman looked so
weary, she didn’t say any words. But she gazed at Aubrey’s guitar.
“Can I help
you?” asked Aubrey.
The old
woman just kept silent and pointed her finger into Aubrey’s guitar.
“That’s my guitar;
you want me to play it for you?” Aubrey asked.
“No, but
may I have that one? For…for my grandchild,” finally the old woman uttered some
words.
Aubrey
thought for a while, she felt so sorry with the old woman. But she loved that
guitar for playing and singing the Aubrey
song. There was something raged in her mind.
“Does your
grandchild love music?” she asked.
“Yes, she
does. She always sings some lullabies for me before I go to sleep,” the old
woman answered.
After
listening the old woman’s answer, she was sure that it was a great decision to
give that guitar to the old woman’s grandchild.
Surely, she
gave her guitar to the old woman. The old woman said thank you and left the
grange in the winding noon. Aubrey smiled and looked very glad of the old
woman’s happiness. She imagined how happy the grandchild was when the old woman
brought that guitar for her.
The day
after that, Aubrey was still alone in the grange. Meanwhile, today was the day of the singing competition for
Boscombe Kingdom’s Choir. Her father still hadn’t come yet. She was ready to go
there but she wanted the father right beside her. After hesitating and waiting
for a long time, she decided to go there by herself. She wouldn’t lose this
precious chance.
She had to
cross the Oak Wood and some lands
with Lilac trees and Buttercup flowers, and finally she
arrived. In the Boscombe Kingdom, the people had already been there. They
wanted to join the singing competition or just for merely watching the
contestants. The Honorable Baron XII and the Queen felt the enthusiasm of the
Boscombe people. Then the competition begun, all male and female gave their
best performances. The contestant had to sing with the instrumental following.
Aubrey didn’t know about that, she was confused because he had no guitar
anymore. She tried to find one in the Boscombe Kingdom, but no one had a
guitar.
“I have a
guitar but it has only two strings,” said a man in the grey cape.
Aubrey felt
so sad, “Oh Dad… where are you? I need you now.”
Then, it
was Aubrey’s turn. The minister called her name, ”Aubrey from Gillian country
side…”
“Yes, I’m.”
Aubrey said.
“What
instrumental are you going to use?” the Minister asked.
“The guitar.
But I don’t have the guitar with me and no one here has guitar Sir.” Aubrey
answered.
“You need
the instrumental, you can’t sing here without the instrumental. What song are
you going to sing? Perhaps the Minister can play the piano,” the adorable Queen
said.
“I’m going
to sing Aubrey song, The Honorable
Queen,” she said.
“Aubrey? I
think that I’ve ever heard that song. But it has been a really long time, when
my father still alive. But I’m forget the chords,” The Honorable Baron XII
said.
“But you
can’t go on without the instrumental, The Honorable King couldn’t play that for
you,” the Minister said.
Aubrey felt
so deflated. She thought that she had lost the precious chance.
“Is anyone
here can play the Aubrey song’s instrumental?” the Minister asked to all the
people there.
No one knew
the song. But suddenly, there was a sound of guitar. The old woman in a pink
pastel tattered gown came along with the guitar in her hand.
“I’ll play
it for that girl,” the old woman said.
Aubrey was
so excited. She began to sing with the guitar instrumental of the old woman.
The Honorable Baron XII, the Queen, the Minister, and all the people there were
falling in love with Aubrey’s voice.
“It’s a
voice from heaven,” The Honorable Baron XII said.
“It’s the
song of Coralle, my father told me the story about that beautiful song,” The
Honorable Baron XII said and he was amazed of Aubrey’s voice.
The Queen
and the people shed the tears, the voice of Aubrey mesmerizing all the people
there.
“Alright, we
get the answer who will be the one of Boscombe Kingdom’s choir singers, and
also as the Boscombe Kingdom’s Singer,” The King said.
Aubrey was
crying but she felt so happy. She would to thanks to the old woman. But she
didn’t find her. She only found the people who were giving applause in that
evening of April.
Then, the
father came and felt so proud of her daughter.
“I know….
You can do that my sweetie pumpkin,” the father said and hugged his daughter.
Aubrey just
smiled, deep on the bottom of her heart she thanked to her father, the old
woman, and of course to the Coralle who sang the Aubrey song.
#Aubrey is originally a
song of Bread band (soft-rock)
