The Main Character

Being dead has been difficult to adjust to. My fingers are itching to get back to the strings of my instrument. I am constantly tapping my foot to an imaginary beat. Music was my everything in life, and the afterlife of silence is agonising. 

It turns out, I’m not alone in this feeling. I see an advertisement for Dead Musician’s Support Group: Tonight 7pm at the Town Hall, Room 3. Now I’ve made plans to attend this support group. 

I introduce myself to the room of others like me. “Hello, my name is Michael Camineo and I was a musician for thirty-five years on Earth. Today is my first time attending this meeting, as I’ve only been gone from the physical world for a few days now. I’m struggling to adapt to the culture of silence.” I’m bashful in my introduction. I’m ashamed that I have a problem in the first place. I see other faces in the group, many of them my idols and inspiration for getting into music to begin with. I’m embarrassed in front of the greatests of all time, I’m not just ashamed. 

I get a sense of reassurance knowing that a lack of music in the world creates a huge void. All these people want to create one more masterpiece on the piano, or smash a drum solo like they used to. Though, with all these long dead musicians sitting here, perhaps the music void is unfilable, and I may never stop tapping away.