The Color of Music Prologue

Writing a story for the first time. It’s beginning will be slow, and the length of chapters will more than likely not be very steady. I’m not one for much proofreading, but I have confidence in my grammar and spelling. Any mistakes are entirely my fault because of this. This chapter is just a small intro, a back story to the main character and sets the stage for coming chapters.
All major plot related events take place in current years. Most musical devices mentioned will therefore be more recent. I’m not saying that everything is exactly precise, because I don’t know the full extent of how some machines are used. Please read this as it is, a work of fiction. Not being blind myself, I doubt I will ever be able to accurately describe events from their perspective, but I have consulted with several blind fellows and done some research.
I hope you enjoy.




Being blind since birth hasn’t necessarily been a bad thing. People ask what I see all the time, and the only way I can respond is by saying,


“I see nothing at all,” to which comes the typical reply,


“So you see black?” At this point I just shrug my shoulders. When your born without knowing colors, and someone wants to know if you see a color, you wont be able to adequately give an answer. Many times, someone will try to describe a color to me, and I just don’t get it.


“Think of something that’s really dark,” they’ll say, but that isn’t enough. Then again, your typical middle to high school student wouldn’t be able to give you a decent enough description in the first place.


Because of this, music became very important to me, almost a medium that allowed me to see color. Figuratively, of course. The songs of troubled times, of troubled people are called the blues, a color. And I began to relate sad things with this color. I would soon learn that this is only one facet, one shade of the color blue, though.


Red was the color of anger, the sound of a singer screaming into his microphone as guitars roared in the background.


Yellow was the color warmth, the sound of a summer tune.


So many more sounds, so many more colors that related to one another.