The Prince Who Stole Music

c THE PRINCE WHO STOLE MUSIC

Copyright Published by The Holy Starlight Bears, Somerset College, Somerset Drive, Mudgeeraba Hannah Kennedy Libby Burrows Jarvis Dover Ayla Chirathivat-Geralds

Emily Nickels Hayeon Byun Tatiana Leon Erin Davies Kushi Tumkur Ariana Hannaford

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Authors: Hannah Kennedy Libby Burrows Jarvis Dover Ayla Chirathivat-Geralds

Emily Nickels Hayeon Byun Tatiana Leon Erin Davies Kushi Tumkur Ariana Hannaford

Illustrators: Ayla Chirathivat-Geralds Emily Nickles

CHAPTER ONE

Today was the day .

Prince woke at dusk, while the moon was still watching over the kingdom of Valar. He could not contain the excitement that was bubbling up inside him.

The previous night, Prince had dreamed of the biggest crowds cheering his name, the brightest fireworks, the most extravagant party, and the loudest Happy Birthday. Today, Prince was turning eighteen years old and he was absolutely electrified and eager to receive the best birthday celebration the kingdom had ever seen. Prince dressed himself in the grandest velvety robe he had, flung open his stained glass windows and breathed in the crisp morning air. He overlooked the endless rolling hills of his kingdom. He grinned to himself at the thought of all of his people singing him Happy Birthday; what a celebration it would be! He sharply turned on his heel and strutted across the room towards his mirror on the wall. It glimmered in the light which stretched through the open window. Prince took a few moments to check himself in the golden mirror. His chestnut- brown hair was perfectly swooped to the side, his smile twinkled like a million shining

stars and his eyes mirrored the diamonds on the gleaming gold crown perched on his head. Satisfied with his appearance, Prince burst out of his double-doored lavish bedroom in a dramatic movement with his most winning smile and prepared to give his best reactions to the chorus of birthday wishes- - that never came. Prince frowned slightly at the empty audience in front of him. This was not what he was expecting. Maybe... it’s just a part of a big surprise! Prince told himself. He nodded, that must be it. So, Prince picked up his gleaming smile once again and continued to stride through the castle corridors. However, Prince’s frown slowly crept back onto his face as he made his way through the halls, occasionally passing some castle workers, all of whom did not acknowledge him any more than a polite bow of the head; and no mentions of his birthday. By the time Prince had made it to the main chambers where his large golden throne stood, he was evidently perturbed. He huffed and crossed his arms and legs as he flung his body across the luxurious furniture. Prince rapped his fingers on the embellished armrests. A big surprise . It must be. They wouldn’t hold their tongues for any other reason! Prince furrowed his brows and his eyes scanned the room. This better be a brilliant surprise. They’re making me wait so much. Prince cleared his throat. Silence. It’s my birthday! MY birthday! Prince could not take it anymore. He caught the eyes of a pageboy in the corner of the room and beckoned him over. The young pageboy scuttled over, approaching Prince with a nervous bow. Prince drew the boy closer. “Do you… know of any… celebrations around our castle today?” Prince queried. The pageboy thought for a second, then shook his head. “Like… any surprises?” Prince’s frustration began to boil. The pageboy shook his head again. “Come on, boy, you can tell me! No need to keep any surprise birthday parties from me!” Still, the pageboy shook his head. “I’m sorry sir, but I don’t know what you’re--”

Prince could not take it anymore. This was the last straw. Prince jumped to his feet, and stood, hands on his hips, eyes glaring down all of the people in the chamber.

His voice boomed. “Does anyone know what day it is today?” Silence was the response. This only made Prince’s voice louder. “Does ANYONE know what day it is today?” Again, silence filled the room. Prince’s face burned red with anger. “It is my birthday today! My eighteenth birthday! Why is nobody singing me Happy Birthday?!” His voice echoed throughout the chamber. “You all forgot, eh? Well, you know what? If nobody will sing for me, nobody will sing for anyone- ever!” Prince stared down each pair of terrified eyes. He spoke with intention; stressing each word he spoke: “From today, I declare that music- all music- shall be allowed no more!”

And the only sound which followed was a deafening silence.

CHAPTER TWO

Prince, still infuriated with his subjects, stormed out of the castle and rudely asked his secretary to collect his golden bicycle. He had to use his vehicle for urgent matters and to go incognito. He lied when asked where he was going; “Just going to the field” was his excuse. He knew nobody would suspect a thing, but he knew exactly where he wanted to go. Through the years, he had heard multiple stories and rumours about K.C.– the amazing robot engineer. Prince had heard about all her accomplishments and the fantastic works she could create in her barn. He knew that she would be capable of doing everything he wanted. He had one goal. One mission. One ambition: abolishing music. If nobody sang Happy Birthday to me on my birthday, why sing at all? Better yet, why have music? Prince rode his bike through the towering gates of the palace into the field that stretched off the horizon. A long road of nothing. Just trees and trek and the sun beaming on his back. Miles and miles later, he saw what he was hoping to see. Well- not exactly. It was a barn on a big farm- but not an ordinary barn:

The barn door was painted pink; he had never seen anything like it, not even in the castle. Prince rode up to the door and got off his bike. He tried to push the door open, but it would not budge, not even one bit. Squinting against the bright sun rays, Prince looked up and noticed that words were engraved on the door. A riddle. “Figure out the word to enter:

Beware where you seek Until the key’s found Beholds faith and pride,

Because you’re hungry for success Line and live for the right word Your fate could make or break”

“My goodness. I have to figure out this word to get through?” Prince scowled at the stubborn door. “I hate working for myself.” He grumbled and complained, but he needed to solve it anyway. It didn’t rhyme, there was no rhythm, so what was it? The Prince repeated it over and over again, “Beware, Until, Beholds, Because, Line, Your” The Prince stared at the first letter of each word. B-U-B-B-L-Y. That was the word. He yelled it out for the whole kingdom to hear, and slowly, the doors started opening. There was a shadow with a pink streak standing in front of him.

CHAPTER THREE

K.C., with her signature pink streak in her hair, was sitting at her small desk when she heard someone outside yell the answer to her riddle, she jumped out of her chair and strode to the door. It swung open, revealing Prince’s face, still burning from his frustrated attempts to solve the riddle, glaring at her. “Um hello, how can I he-” “I’ve heard you’re a very good robot builder. Am I correct?” Prince interrupted K.C., sporting a smug look. Another rude and arrogant person demanding my services ... Rolling her eyes, K.C. nodded and gestured for him to come in. “So…. you solved my puzzle.” The prince thought back and chuckled. “It was too easy,” He bragged, “But such an inconvenience for a smart person like me. You should take it away.” K.C. answered with an indifferent hum as she reseated herself in her chair. “Now,” Prince started, “I am planning to defeat music once and for all. I need you to create robots that can do that with a snap of my fingers.” K.C. momentarily froze and her eyes widened a little at the thought.

“... You want to destroy all music?” K.C.’s voice was hushed with shock. Prince only gave her a stern look as if he were challenging her doubt. K.C. could tell that it would be wise to not question him- he knew what he wanted and he was determined to achieve it. With a heavy sigh, K.C. silently turned her head down and went to work. Prince watched on with wonder as her slender fingers worked and handled metallic pieces with such grace. When K.C. finished the first creation, marked with her signature pink swoosh, and finally lifted her head up for the first time in hours. She had worked through the night and Prince was eager for the reveal. After examining her work, he promptly demanded she build a dozen more. As Prince was looking over his latest gang of robots, suddenly, the faint sound of music echoed across the lands of Valar. “What was that?!” yelled The Prince, outraged. K.C. pretended not to hear. “What was what?” she played dumb. “That’s... music! I can hear it clear as day and mark my words they are going to pay. Are the robots ready?” “Yeah…” she quietly mumbled. “Well then, send them right now, tell them to follow the music and destroy it...” “... but your highness, I…” “NOW!”

CHAPTER FOUR

“Thank you and good night!” Blake wiped the dripping sweat off his forehead, the beads of perspiration stuck to the back of his hand and caught in his rings. His chest heaved with heavy breaths and he stepped away from the microphone. That was amazing , he thought as the stage lights dimmed, thrusting his vision into darkness. “Fifth show of the tour, done and dusted”, he said aloud to himself. He walked over to the long, silver DJ booth at the side of the stage and switched off the control panel, the glowing lights flickered off. Blake heard the crowd below shuffling around and chanting his name. He was still in shock at the number of people who had come to the Sydney Opera House to see him perform. This was his first tour since a video of him covering ‘Toosie Slide’ by Drake blew up on the internet. Suddenly, everyone knew his name. Everyone knew his voice. It was all he had ever wanted for his career, and he knew he deserved it. The crowd’s chanting picked up in volume and formed the single word that he had been waiting for. “Encore! Encore! Encore!”. He smiled and flicked the switch on the control panel to relight the sound board and the neon sign hanging above his head. His name radiated in pink light over the screaming audience. Blake moved back towards the microphone, greatly impressed with the suspense he had created. He

turned to give the sound assistants the thumbs up to load the next track. Blake breathed deeply and readied himself to begin rapping, allowing the cheers to fill his ears. The music swelled and the first verse was nearing, when the melody shut off with an ear- splitting screech. “ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!”, he screamed at the technicians, his voice echoing through the microphone, “TURN THE MUSIC BACK ON!”. “WE CAN’T!”, a voice shouted back from side-stage. Blake faced the audience again and pressed his fingers into his ears. Audience members were covering the sides of their heads, attempting to block the sound out. He looked closer at the faces in the front row of the crowd. The dimmed lights of the arena made it difficult for him to make out any distinct expressions, but he thought he saw a man running forward through the crowd, his mouth wide in a scream. Blake noticed this same expression on two women rushing from the sides of the Opera house. What’s going on? he thought. He turned and ran towards the side-stage. His heart was beating out of his chest and he could feel sweat running down between his shoulder blades. He yelled to a man who was standing by the light control centre flicking switches. “What happened?”, Blake said when he was close enough to speak to the man without screaming. “I don’t know”, the man said back in a worried voice, “We don’t have control over the technology”. He was still turning knobs and pushing buttons, attempting to turn the sound off. “Just get the arena light’s up!” Blake shouted at him. The light technician nodded at him and flicked a large series of switches on the wall above the panel. A flare of white light shone down on the stage and the audience. “Thank god!”, Blake said and rushed back to the middle of the stage to look down on the audience. It was chaos. People were screaming and charging in different directions around the arena. He looked to the exits of the Opera house, searching for the cause of the panic. Blake’s heart dropped and his stomach knotted, standing at the four doorways were rows upon rows of gigantic metallic machines. They were humanoid in appearance, with thick arms and legs and a shining pink stripe on their chests.

To Blake’s horror, they began moving through the rows of seats towards the stage, leaving the members of the crowd untouched. “What could they possibly want

with me?” he whispered to himself. The robots clamoured to the front of the auditorium, grabbed the edge of the stage and hoisted themselves up to stand in front of him. Blake backed away from the robots and his hands shook in terror. The machines dispersed around the stage and reached for the musical instruments. The robot closest to the front of the stage lifted its fist above the DJ booth and brought it down in a forceful strike. “HEY!” Blake roared in anger. “Get your hands off my stuff!”. He moved towards the robot in a sudden burst of bravery and pushed the automaton. To Blake’s surprise, the robot didn’t even budge under the force. It turned around and gave a great shove, flinging Blake into a wall. His eyes blurred and lost focus for a second. He sat up in a dazed stupor as the robot opened its metal jaw and revealed a speaker instead of a tongue. A crackling mechanical voice was emitted from the machine. “We are here under the Prince’s decree to prohibit the existence of music,” it said. Blake’s mouth hung open in complete and utter disbelief. No music? How is that even possible? “My entire career is based on music”, he shouted at the robots. The machines ignored him and continued destroying the rest of his instruments. As Blake’s eyes regained focus, he noticed the shining treble clef emblazoned on the robot’s chest. He recognised that symbol. That image was plastered all over the city, on cars and motorbikes, even plane engines. Blake knew who made the robots. Who he had to speak to in order to restore music to the world and save his career. He had to find the robot inventor, K.C.

CHAPTER FIVE

Blake had a one-track mind now. “K.C.”, The best for the best, he thought, what business did The Prince have to tell Blake how to live his life. The sight of the world-famous rapper driving full speed on his bike towards you would have had anyone shivering in their boots. But not K.C., she already knew Blake would be paying her a visit, why wouldn’t he? She worked with the prince to put an end to public music, it was blasphemy in Blake’s eyes. K.C. sat snugly in her office, looking through the security cameras as Blake pulled up in a motorbike at her property. Blake stormed up to the entrance, the same sigil he saw on the concert- destroying robots now adorning the gate in front of him. Walking through the gate and property, Blake approached a small robot who asked him why he was at the ‘K.C. Residence’, then lead him to what looked like the main building. Like a movie villain, K.C. sat expectantly at a dark oak desk. “You!” Blake exclaimed, sitting on the chair in front of K.C. “What in your right mind would make you think that was a good idea, have your robots finally put you under their spell?” He rants. “Music is my whole life! Mine and so many others, why would you dispel hope like that?”

K.C. displayed a glum face, “I had no choice-” “What do you mean no choice?” Blake interrupted.

“Let me finish!” K.C. exclaimed Blake quieted down sheepishly. “I had no choice, I can’t say no to the prince! No one who values their freedom would do that. I love music too, who doesn’t.” “Well, fix it!” “How do you expect me to do that?”K.C. said, annoyed. “I don’t know, genius? For someone who claims to love music, you must have put a way to regain control of them, you wouldn’t have just let that happen.” “Oh? I’m a genius? You flatter me, Blake…” “Cool it, don’t get the wrong idea, I’m not flirting.” “I didn’t; you did, you brought it up, I simply thought you were complimenting my abilities.” K.C. smirked. Blake flushed. “STOP CHANGING THE SUBJECT!” K.C. laughed, she was proud of her ability to smooth talk even the most famous. “I know you’re a rebel at heart K.C.,” Blake starts, “give me something here.” “There’s…” K.C. started, “There’s a tune I programmed into the robots that works as a kill switch, a whistle, but…” “But what?” Blake asked, gripping the edge of his seat in anticipation. “But I don’t know how I would disable them all at once, no one is going to go around the city whistling all day, and we’d probably get stopped.” She and Blake thought deeply on how to proceed. “AHA!”Blake exclaimed suddenly, “We know that the prince and his posse will flock to any place where music is, so we bring the music back tenfold. A concert or a performance of some kind!” “A concert?” K.C. replied, “that could work, we’ll get as many people as we can to attend, it would be irresistible to the prince. They’ll have no choice but to realise the power of music.” “You think?” “Of course, music gives a soul to the universe and hope to everyone.”

CHAPTER SIX

Blake and K.C. started immediately on the grand scheme of bringing the music back. “We should obviously have it at the opera house,” Blake suggested. “Why?” K.C. asked. “Why not!? It’s big, it makes a statement.” “Are you sure it isn’t because you’re still butthurt about your last concert there being hijacked?” “No! I don’t second guess your technology expertise, why are you second- guessing my music expertise?” “Ok fine, but we need mutual respect in this partnership, we both make decisions.” K.C. enforced. “Of course, I wouldn't have it any other way.” And so a few months later, hundreds of subtly promotional posters were going up around every corner. The posters simply stated the time and place with the phrase ‘Must Unite, Stand In Companionship’. The beginning letter of each word spelt music, a code to unite the land against The Prince’s rein.

While walking around and putting up posters, Blake and K.C. saw concealed scenes of people exchanging money for usb of music, instruments fashioned out of

household materials discarded after their inevitable breakage, the occasional robot or officer patrolling the street with enhanced hearing.

Blake and K.C. continued to hang posters.

“I’m better at putting posters on than you,” Blake said. “What?” K.C. asked incredulously. “Mine are put up beautifully with skill and precision while yours are haphazard and wonky.” “Nothing about this situation is skillful or beautiful,” K.C. remarked, not noticing how Blake looked at her, mumbling something under his breath. “Speak up!” K.C. said, wanting to know what Blake was saying. “I said,” Blake started, already turning to walk away, “There’s one beautiful thing about this situation.” “What is it?” “You.”

CHAPTER SEVEN

Blake and K.C. returned to the workshop after informing the world of their newest scheme- a plan to hold the largest concert ever seen to bring back music. The Prince was waiting for them in the doorway, wearing an unpleasant scowl. “What is this ridiculous plan to bring back… music?” he demanded, saying the last word as if it was a foul taste. Blake stepped calmly around him and into the workshop. K.C. shrugged and followed, to the Prince’s annoyance. The Prince stomped after them, furious of their disrespectful attitudes towards him. “I found dozens of posters around town. These rebels think they’re sneaky, do they? Must Unite, Stand In Companionship? It clearly spells MUSIC! How outrageous!” There was no response. “I am the Prince, you must answer when I speak to you!” he shouted. Blake was not at all perturbed by the Prince’s outburst- in fact, it was a pleasure to watch the Prince being annoyed. After all, it was he who had taken away the thing Blake treasured most. “My robots are not to be messed about with lightly,” the Prince warned. “Believe me, if I hear even a hint of music, there will be consequences.”

“Yeah, sure,” Blake muttered under his breath. “Now get out of my sight!” The Prince demanded.

Blake was only too happy to oblige. He scrambled onto his motorbike and roared off towards the Opera House. This would be the perfect place to hold the concert, but it would take a lot of work until it was ready for people to gather. He would rally however many people he could find to work on the Opera House. There was much to do: the chairs would have to be set up, the lighting and sound checks would have to be made, not to mention the instruments and equipment. It was a daunting task, but Blake was determined to do it. If it all went to plan, the robots would be vanquished and music would return.

CHAPTER EIGHT

Crowds flooded into the Opera House many more people showed up than expected. The crowd was waiting in eager anticipation for Blake to make his appearance. Radiant gold lights beamed off the sides of the Opera House, it looked as if it were never left to rot, one wouldn't be able to tell that music had been banished. Excitement overtook Blake’s worry as he got into the zone. As he walked onto the stage, millions of people started to cheer. Music began playing and Blake started to rap. He felt alive. Like it was his purpose to be performing. Blake belted out the chorus to his favourite rap, serenading each and every person in the crowd with his melodious vocals. It would be an understatement to say it was a beautiful performance. Blake closed his eyes for two seconds and indulged in the vibrant ambience which surrounded him. As his rap came to an end, Blake rapped “Music gives a soul to the universe and hope to everyone”, which was so evidently heartfelt as he didn’t let out one stutter. The audience started to chant loudly as they heard Blake pouring his heart out. They fell in love. They fell in love with him. They fell in love with the song. They fell in love with the verse. Everything about this moment was euphoric, nothing could ruin the perfect atmosphere. The Prince, K.C. and the robots stormed into the arena, Blake saw them in the crowd and felt a gush of disappointment overrun his body. He no longer felt the excitement of the crowd. Though he put on a face to not make the crowd worry.

“Release the robots K.C.!” yelled The Prince. K.C. paused and made intense eye contact with Blake. He saw the readiness in her eyes as he saw the shape of her mouth form the word “No”. K.C. looked away from Blake as she turned towards the Prince. “No! I can’t do this anymore. We need music! The world is hopeless without it! Don’t act like you don’t feel the same way!”. “Don’t disobey me K.C.! Not now! You know how I feel about this,” yelled the Prince. “I have to do this, whether I have you by my side or not!” “I- I’m sorry!” K.C. shouted. The Prince was enraged by her response. He turned slowly towards her, his eyes filled with the anger of a burning fire as he fiercely grabbed her arm, she was left with no way to escape him.

CHAPTER NINE

“Don’t you dare defy me K.C.. You send those robots right now or there will be serious consequences” yelled The Prince. “Yeah, no.” she replied “What do you mean no?” “I mean no. N.O, no” and she pushed him away. The crowd were shocked. She defied The Prince. The entire stadium was dead quiet, the only noises coming from the rats and lizards that had invaded after the music went away. Blake stood silent for what felt like hours. A stadium that was once filled with hope, joy and music was hungry for the sweet sounds of music… K.C. began to whistle . A simple tune, repeating over and over again. At the very back of the stands, an older man joined in. Then a young boy, a teenage girl, a middle aged woman, and on and on. The whole world joined in a chorus of whistling. Sound waves rushed around through the hearts and souls of every person like a tidal wave flooding the stadium. K.C. and Blake stared at each other, embracing every part of the tune. The Prince released K.C. and stepped back, overwhelmed. She ran to Blake, grabbing him in her arms. “Music gives a soul to the universe and hope to everyone,” she whispered, “let’s drop a beat”.

K.C. began beatboxing and Blake laughed at her, the revolution had begun and it was time to take a stand. He began to rap...

“Ladies and gentlemen we’re here tonight To address an issue that’s come to light Its a very special day to celebrate We need to live in hope together, not in hate Its the Prince’s birthday but there ain’t no music But this is a revolution, so we’ll sing acoustic You think we forgot, think we don’t care

But the whole world is here on your birthday hell yeah We share hopes, we share dreams and we make a great team

We’ll make music and sing in harmony If you join us, we can all make a stand

We forgive you and we’ll stand hand in hand Don’t act like this is some ordinary Thursday Cause we all know that today’s your 19th birthday!”

The Prince smiled, a grand smile that no one had seen in a long time. He got what he wanted; the biggest crowds cheering his name, the brightest fireworks, the most extravagant party, and the loudest Happy Birthday, as a rap. “Music is beautiful,” he said “You know it, mate,” Blake replied “That’s what we’ve been trying to tell you!” said K.C. “It brings the world together and fills all of us with hope, without it, Australia is a little less warm and the sun shines a little less bright.” “You’re right, of course you’re right” replied The Prince, “I don’t know what I was thinking, I thought everyone forgot my birthday, but you all gave me the best gift of all. I’m sorry I tried to take your music away.” “Not your music, our music,” said K.C. “Our music then,” The Prince said while turning to walk away, “thank you, so much”. K.C. and Blake rejoiced at their victory while the crowd cheered, music had been restored. K.C. laughed in joy

“There’s only one thing more beautiful than music in this situation.” K.C. laughed, “what is it?” she replied as if she didn’t know the answer. “You.”

CHAPTER TEN

Light leaked through the gaps between wood panels. The descending moon shone wondrously on the frigid metal of the robots. Two weeks had passed since the concert and music had returned to Valar. Blake and K.C. had been tirelessly tinkering with parts and wires, repairing the melted robots. The concert had left them all in shambles; limp and hushed. Inside the innocent-looking barn, K.C. taught Blake of all the ways in which to repair the robots. They worked around the clock - day and night - suffocated by deafening silence and the ringing of cicadas in the distance. Only the silent hum of the 3D printer radiating amongst piles of tech equipment was able to drown out the mute dead air, and occasionally the echoing sound of Blake’s rapping. It was New Year’s Eve and cheers filled the air. Champagne bottles popped as people celebrated the dawn of a new beginning. After all, nothing could be quite worse than this year.

“Oh shoot, lost track of time mate! How is it already 11:40?” K.C. exclaimed. She ran to grab a picnic blanket and drinks and followed Blake into the ink black night.

The young, bubbly souls tumbled through the expansive fields; magical beams cast down on them from the shimmering moon. They wound through the tallgrass, laughing so much to the point of tears. Ten minutes of tirelessly galloping through fields later, they set out the picnic rug and collapsed from exhaustion. As they lay amongst the Christmas beetles and sugar ants, they watched Blake’s watch countdown, creeping towards the new dawn. “Wow, K.C., what a crazy year it’s been, aye?” Blake said, as he caressed K.C.’s luscious locks. “It really has been quite a year, quite a chaotic one at best.” K.C. said softly, “But, without this chaos, I wouldn’t have met you.” Butterflies filled Blake’s stomach as he pulled her close. Chills rushed down her spine as their hands touched delicately. She felt cool, even though it was the middle of summer. Love filled the air as they held each other close, both wishing that this moment could last eternity. From a distance, the sound of fireworks and a faint whiff of gunpowder engulfed their senses. Their lips pressed together sweetly, and sparks flew. As glimmers of stardust filled the sky and the aromatic smells of wattles filled the air, the melodic sounds of music surrounded the world in harmony.

Roses are red, violets are blue, if I can’t have music, neither should you. When everybody forgets to sing happy birthday to the prince, he is enraged, and decides to destroy music so that nobody can ever sing again. He refers to the famous robot creator, K.C., to help him. But when Blake’s rap concert comes around, she has other plans… will music be saved, or lost forever?

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