The Prince Who Stole Music

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: