Musical Term Story

Musical Term Story

By: Rebeka, Mia, and Julianne

About 30 years ago, there was a village called MusicVille. MusicVille contained only
musical instruments, terms, and all things related to music as villagers. The villagers
of MusicVille were not very large, about only 1 ¾ of a foot tall is average for a
full-grown villager. Because the villagers are so small, a room the size of a child’s
bedroom would be an average house and a master bedroom would be a mansion.
MusicVille was located in an ancient music history museum. This museum was
abandoned, but the people of MusicVille didn’t see it that way. One group of friends
in MusicVille were especially pleasant to listen to. Among this group, there were 6
villagers. There was a clef named Treble who was the leader/director and another
clef named Bass who played the bassoon. Bass was also the assistant director.
There was also a flute named Forte and a Clarinet named Crescendo. The last two
members of the group were a trumpet named Tutti and a saxophone named
Staccato.

One day, they were getting ready to perform at one of the biggest events of
their lives. As they were warming up, Staccato asked: “Hey, Where’s Tutti?” None of
them knew. “Maybe he’s in the bathroom,” suggested Crescendo. “It would make
sense,” replied Forte. “I don’t know where he his, but we have to go on in five
minutes,” said Treble. “Yeah, we do. We may have to go on without him,” said Bass
sadly in a piano voice.

The time came for them to play, and Tutti still hadn’t arrived. They had
performed half of a song so far, and while the flute and clarinet were in the middle of
the slur in their duet, Tutti suddenly erupted onto the stage! “You guys never let me
have any solos, solis, or duets!” cried Tutti. “And you guys always do everything
without me!” Tutti was so angry that he ran and tackled Crescendo, who then
accidentally swallowed his reed. He then jumped on Forte, pulling off one of his
keys.

“WHAT ON EARTH ARE YOU DOING?!” exclaimed Treble.
“Getting my revenge!” howled Tutti. A member from security then appeared and
handcuffed Tutti.

Tutti arrived at the jail with a sentence of imprisonment for three weeks while
Crescendo and Forte were suffering in the hospital. Now, with only three members
left unharmed, they wouldn’t be able to perform again for a long time.

But when Treble and Bass thought about it, they decided this shouldn’t be the
end of the band. About two weeks later, Crescendo and Forte got out of the hospital
and heard about the new band members Treble, Bass, and Staccato had acquired.
There were 3 new members: a clarinet named Coda, a flute named Fermata, and a
trumpet called Tempo. When Crescendo and Forte heard about this, they grew
furious.

They went on MusicVille.org and watched a video of the reformed band playing.
While they were watching, they both almost threw up because the leaders left them
behind for such terrible players. The new members played with such dissonance! At
the end of the video, the uploader wrote: “The most harmonious band of MusicVille
has now been ruined for such an unappealing group!”

“We’re gone for two weeks, and this is what happens!” said Crescendo.
“They sound like garbage!” exclaimed Forte. “Lets text Tutti and let him know
we forgive him, then send him this link.” he then suggested. “Yeah, I’m pulling out
my phone right now!” Crescendo replied. Five minutes after Crescendo sent the
text, a reply came: “I am going to watch the video immediately, thanks for forgiving
me. I am really sorry, though it really wasn’t my fault, I will update you when I get out
of here in a week.” When Crescendo read the text aloud, Forte was astonished.

“He’s coming back in a week!?” He cried. “Well, I heard he reasoned with the
department and has a detective on his case.” Crescendo reminded him. “Well, I
guess we’ll figure it out in a week,” Forte said on a mezzo forte voice.

In exactly one week, Tutti came back from the local prison. He went straight to
Forte’s house, which is where they decided they would meet when he was
released. When he was invited in, both Crescendo and Forte were there. “Did you
watch the video?” Crescendo immediately asked. “Yes, who are those guys?” Tutti
replied. “The flute is named Fermata Fortissimo, the clarinet is Coda Consonance
and the trumpet is Tempo Tuning.” Forte said. “Ugh. We MUST get revenge!” Tutti
yelled. “Woah,” Forte said, “You said you were going to explain why you attacked
us, remember?” Tutti thought for a while, then sighed. “You see, it’s ummm, a long
story,” he said as if that explained everything. “Let’s go to the museum, it will help.”
“This is a museum,” both Crescendo and Forte reminded him. “I mean our museum,
the one that is our size,” Tutti said, obviously annoyed.

The museum wasn’t far away, so they walked. It takes about 10 minutes to get
to the museum, so Tutti stated his tale there. “As you both know, I was in the
orphanage until I was 17 years old. They taught me how to play on myself there.
When I came out, I met your group and joined your band.” He said as they walked
up to the main doors of the museum. “Yes, we were just starting the group, and we
needed a trumpet,” Forte said. “And when we heard how well you played, you just
had to be part of our group,” Crescendo added as they walked into the museum.
They paid the two note fee to enter the museum. Then Tutti said, “Let’s go
somewhere far inside, everyone is staring at us.”

When they got far out of everyone’s hearing range, Tutti kept talking. “You see,
my mother left me in the orphanage because she was traveling to the basement to
go see my grandfather in the retirement center. She was only going to stay for three
days, but she sent a letter on the first day saying she would have to stay for two
more days. That was the last time I ever heard from her.” He said in a gloomy tone.
“Who was your grandfather? Crescendo asked. “He was a famous composer back in
his time; he wrote very good music. Here is his picture, right on this wall.” Tutti said
pointing to a portrait hanging on the wall. “ Your grandfather is Tie Tenuto?” Forte
and Crescendo asked at the same time. “Yes. That duet in the song you two were
playing when I came into the music hall was the song he wrote for me before he
died! That duet was made as a solo for me, but then they made it a clarinet and flute
part!” he sputtered. “I met him when I was 6 years old, then saw him again 3 times
when I was seven, and five more times after that.

Then he was sent to the retirement center, and everyone knows how
dangerous it is in the basement, so my mother didn’t allow me to visit him.” He
continued. “What then? Is that why you went crazy on us? We didn’t know it was
‘your song’. It was published for the public. Duh.” Forte said. “Hush. Look I think the
publishing was illegal. History said it was found in his files. Plus, Tutti isn’t done
talking yet.” Crescendo said.

“I’m not, but it was wrong of me to blow it off on you. I was so happy when
Crescendo texted me that you guys forgave me.” He paused, then said, “After my
mom disappeared, it felt like I was cursed. Because my great-grandfather died from
murder, as of my grandfather and both of my parents, they all died mysteriously.” he
said. “Don’t be so sad, maybe it’s not true,” Forte said. “You think so?” Tutti asked
more cheerily now. “Didn’t you notice? This has to be related to the three new
members. It was their ancestors that were last seen with all of your relatives!”
Crescendo said excitedly. “As happy as I am that you figured it out, we need to get
rid of them as soon as possible. I will contact my detective right away.” Tutti said.

“Now, what was the name of the people who actually murdered your great-grandfather?”
Forte asked deep in thought. “Flat Fortissimo, Clef Consonance, and Tambourine Tuning,” Tutti
said. “Wow, notice how you remember their names? Plus, they’re the great-grandparents of
Fermata, Coda, and Tempo!” Crescendo said. “Wait a second,” Forte said. “We can’t jump to
conclusions too quickly. We don’t want to harm any innocent instruments. No Tutti, but I hated
the hospital, and I bet you hated jail too.” Now Crescendo seemed to be lost in thoughts while
Tutti quickly answered. “You are right, but can’t we try? I asked my detective to look into this.”
Suddenly, Crescendo seemed to come back to life by talking really fast. “Wait, Tutti, who
exactly is your detective? What do you need him for?” Tutti seemed confused but said: “His
name is Accelerando Fortissimo. Why do you ask?” Crescendo immediately started talking
again. “I was just thinking, you keep mentioning this guy. But, like, why?” “He told me he would
work for me for free to help me with my whole thing about my grandfather. He told me to tell
him every last thing about what I find out.” Tutti replied happily. “So, did you contact him about
all these new members and their ancestors?” Forte asked clearly getting what Crescendo was
trying to say. “No, why? I’m about to.” Tutti said. “NOOO!!” Both the flute and clarinet said at
the same time. “Let’s get out of here, we can go to my house, it’s closer and safer. No one will
know that we are there.” Crescendo said.

They left the museum and headed straight towards Crescendo’s house. Once
they arrived, he unlocked the door. They walked in and he immediately locked the
door behind him. “Can’t you see? He is not a real detective. He is related to Fermata
Fortissimo and will tell them about any lead we get! Then they will get away quickly
and quietly without anyone knowing.” Forte said matter-of-factly to Tutti.
“Ohhhhhhhh,” Tutti said. “Should we tell the police?” he then asked. “Nope,”
someone said from behind him. “Ahhhhhh!” Tutti shrieked.

The figure was in a black cloak and was undefinable, but was caught two years
later and turned out to be Accelerando Fortissimo, which was indeed, Tutti’s
“detective.”

No harm was done to anyone the day Accelerando broke into Crescendo's
house. Tutti’s shriek actually caused some minor ear damage to Accelerando, giving
Forte the chance to throw him outside.

Accelerando was sentenced to 10 years in prison, while Forte, Crescendo, and Tutti
decided to leave Treble, Bass, Coda, Fermata, and Tempo to their truly displeasing
music and start their own band. They called it better than you, and released their
first album two months later and reached the top ten in less than a week! As for
Treble and Bass’s band, well, they won’t be performing a hit song for many, many
years.

The Fine.