Rafaela
After hanging out with F major and F minor, I felt excited. I could barely keep myself from smiling as my dad drove me home. The next day, I went to school and immediately remembered my behaviour the previous day when some of my classmates started laughing at me.
“Shut up!” I hissed.
“Woah, someone is angry,” Janice said in a mocking tone. Janice was rich and pretty, and sometimes she acted like her parents hadn’t bought her manners. Right now was one of those times. In a fit of rage, I lunged at her. She ducked to the side, but I managed to grab her hand. “Oooh,” she managed, trying to smile. “Fierce.”
I glared at her, ready to yell at her. Before I could think of what to say, I thought I heard a voice whisper to me, “She’s not worth it.” The voice seemed familiar. I glanced around, but didn’t see anyone else apart from Janice and some of her friends from my class: Jerome, Daisy, Oliver, and Henry. Those 5 annoyed me and enjoyed picking on me. But something told me to ignore them for now, even Janice whose hand I was gripping. I let go of her and gave her one of my angry looks. “Try laughing at me again, let’s see what happens,” I growled.
That voice...where had I last seen the person whose voice it was?
Later that day, after classes had finished for the day, I saw A major hovering around the area just outside my school. “You’re back on duty,” I said. “F major said you were busy yesterday and he took your place.”
A major smiled. “I had to discuss something with A minor.”
“Discussing as in just talking or nearly yelling and scowling at each other like you did at the train station a few weeks ago?” I was trying to be funny, but I guess my attempt backfired, because instead of laughing, A major frowned.
“Not funny, Rafaela.” A major looked like a sulking teenager, which she would have been if she were human.
“Sorry,” I shrugged. Normally, I would have felt bad, but after dealing with Janice and her friends during this morning and again during math and English literature, I was in no mood to feel bad for any faux pas I might have made. “I guess humour doesn’t always work on you...um...musical personalities.”
“Look, right now is a stressful time, so we’re less likely to laugh along at comments that might once have amused us. And since C major and A minor are on the frontlines of this battle, some of the stress that A minor faces passes on to me.” I heard the exasperation in her voice. I turned and started walking towards the music library as I didn’t want another unhappy conversation, and I needed to borrow books for my music essay. To my annoyance, A major followed me.
“That’s it, you’re leaving your post?” I asked. “I walk out of school to go home and you’re following me, just like that?”
“Actually, I’m supposed to look for you today.”
“Then what about other possible synaesthetes who might pass by? I’m sure I’m not the only one in this area, considering we’re near a music library and an arts performing centre.” As we crossed the road, I glanced at the aforementioned buildings a few blocks away.
“That’s where the rest of my trio comes in,” A major grinned. “There’s a reason we work in groups...”
“Yes, yes, I know,” I interrupted, not wanting to hear the explanation again. I found myself looking around for F major and D minor.
“Are they around here? Your trio, I mean.”
At that moment, I heard a voice I had heard enough of for the week. Janice.
“Hey Rafaela, no wonder you talk to kids! You look like one yourself, maybe they think you’re one of them!” Janice yelled. Daisy and Henry were with her, and they started giggling.
I rolled my eyes. “Ugh. I really should have punched her and decked her friends this morning.”
“They sound like they’re the childish ones,” A major said. “But in any case...did you hear a voice telling you they weren’t worth worrying about this morning?”
I stared at A major. “How did you know that? Was that you?”
She laughed. “Nope, wasn’t me. But you forget, we keep one another updated.”
“So that was another one of you keys,” I grumbled. “Am I allowed to know which one it was?”
“Definitely one you’ve personally met before,” A major promised. “Which rules a lot of the keys out.”
“That’s helpful,” I said sarcastically. I was in no mood to spend my brainpower guessing which key had chimed into my thoughts without being there this morning. “Really helpful.”
“Okay, fine. It was F minor.”
I mentally slapped myself. No wonder that voice had sounded so familiar.
“How did she manage that when she wasn’t even there? Is telepathy one of your secret powers, aside from manipulating people’s emotions?
“Well, yeah, I guess you could call it that. Though I prefer to think of it as tuning into your mind.” A major tugged on a strand of hair absentmindedly. It wasn’t fair. She looked 14 and yet she was the same height as me, or maybe even taller. Was there any of the keys I was taller than?
“That’s creepy. I don’t like my privacy invaded, especially if it’s my head,” I said aloud, hoping A major didn’t hear my thoughts. “Wait, did you just hear my thoughts? Please say no.”
“Honestly? Nah.”
I sighed in relief. But A major wasn’t done talking. She launched into one of her lengthy explanations.
“That’s because for us to tune into a synaesthete’s thoughts, we have to do it intentionally. Since we’re, well, personifications of music keys, we can channel our thoughts into music that’s playing in our key, which is how we sometimes fight our battles against those officials trying to snuff everything out. If we want to communicate with a musical synnie but we aren’t physically near them, we find someone near our target who is listening to music. Classical with a small c is preferred, but as long as the music is tonal and not using synthesized instruments, it works. If the key of the music is the same as the one who wants to communicate, let’s say F minor, she channels her thoughts into the music and it reaches you. If the key is different, we get that key to mix in their emotional influence with the key who wants to talk. In some cases, if it’s really urgent, we teleport ourselves through the music to within 25 metres of the target.”
“Sounds supersonically supernatural,” I said. “Do you actually become sound for those few seconds? And how do you materialise after that?” Now we were in front of the library but I didn’t feel like going in and having to keep silent right when A major was explaining the intricacies of her world to me.
“You forget, we ARE sound, Rafaela,” A major chided. “But yes, I see what you’re asking. We concentrate our thoughts and imagine ourselves travelling through sound waves to the musician we need to talk to, and when we feel physically closer to them, we lighten the concentration and appear in our human forms near the target. Of course, this is how we call for backup in a fight. Phone calls and texts are way too obvious and time-consuming. With this, we channel ourselves into one another’s thoughts to get their attention. Faster and more discreet. I should mention, it’s easier to channel into another key’s thoughts if they are more related to you on the circle of fifths. Relative and parallel keys, easy. Dominant and subdominant keys, easy but less so. Tritones, like me and E-flat major, are possible but they’re rather hard and painful. So we do that only if necessary. In most cases, we hardly work with keys with which we’d form a tritone with anyway.”
“This sounds like stuff only a supernatural being could do,” I remarked, as I saw down on a bench. A major sat next to me. “I mean, tuning into people’s emotions, travelling through sound waves to communicate with them? Not human.”
“Some people have joked about us being gods of different themes or ideas we are associated with. For example, C major would have been the god of childhood, simplicity, and new beginnings if we were a pantheon of 24 gods, with some of us having multiple forms. Kind of like Greco-Roman mythology - the gods had a Greek form and a Roman form. Well, some of them, anyway,” A major looked lost in thought, like the idea had suddenly occurred to her.
“So what would you be?” I asked.
“What do you mean, what would I be?” A major asked. She seemed distracted.
“If you were a pantheon rather than personifications of music keys, what would you be god of? Or goddess, should I say?”
A smile tugged at the corner of A major’s lips. “Thank you for your thoughtfulness. Maybe playfulness and youth?”
“How about the goddess of mood swings?”
A major smacked me in a friendly way on my wrist. “Hey!” she protested.
I laughed. “You are capricious, you know. One moment you’re smiling, the next you’re frowning or even scowling, with or without a reason. Does Dave know?”
“Dave was introduced to this whole musical synaesthete business later than you were, so I’d say it’s unlikely, unless the keys he’s been in contact with have told him.”
“Okay, this has been a very educational conversation, but I need to go in and borrow books for a music essay,” I said as I stood up. “Are you done with me?”
“No.”
“Bossy,” I muttered, walking towards the doors of the library.
“Excuse me?” A major pouted, and if I had been a passer-by, I would have thought she was a teenager about to have one of her temper tantrums. As it was, I decided I had to go in and ignore her.
“I’m busy.” With those words, I entered the library and the heavy doors slowly swung shut behind me, allowing me to hear a response.
“Rafaela,” A major hissed. Her voice had a tone of urgency in it.
“What?” I knew I sounded exasperated, but I was honestly done with this musical battle for today. I turned around and looked through the glass doors, not quite sure what I was hoping to see. I opened one door slightly to hear what was going on.
A man dressed like a security guard was walking to A major. She looked...irritated. “You,” she growled.
The man laughed. “Finally, I’ve stumbled upon one of you musicians. Not much for fighting, are you? All you do is practise making sounds to manipulate emotions. We can’t have that.”
A major lunged at him, and for a moment he looked surprised. I expected A major to knock him to the ground, but instead he caught her and pinned her arms behind her. I was about to yell when A major glanced at me through the glass door and shook her head, mouthing, “No.” I realised I was watching a fight in real time, and since the man didn’t seem to notice me, maybe A major wanted it that way.
F major? I thought. I need help. Well, A major actually. Did this channeling of thoughts work if it was initiated by a human? Apparently it didn’t, because there seemed to be no effect. A major was struggling and kicking against the guard, who was grunting with the effort it took to hold A major in place. I looked around and realised that there were only two people nearby, and it didn’t look like they saw anything.
I wanted to help A major, but I was afraid of making things worse. Help, I pleaded silently. Then I made a decision worthy of my ADHD. I quickly put my laptop in my schoolbag, chucked my bag under a seat by the wall, and went to help A major.
I stealthily went behind the guard, keeping some distance so he wouldn’t suspect anything. As he and A major struggled against each other, I inched towards him. A major was spouting some of her insults, which only seemed to make her captor angrier. “Silence!” he snarled. “We can’t have musicians and their helpers, like you, wreaking havoc in society!”
Helper? That’s all he thought A major was?
“The ones wreaking havoc are you and your butt-faced goons!” A major yelled back. “Stinky slimeballs you lot are!” Trust A major to insult people even during a fight. As her captor shot back an insult in reply, I seized the opportunity and kicked the guard in the back of the knee. He yelped and loosened his grip on A major, who nearly fell but managed to steady herself.
“Wha-” he turned around and looked at me. “This is not what you think!” he said. “You think I’m kidnapping a girl, is that right? What if I told you she’s the harmful one and I’m keeping society safe from her?”
“A likely story!” I snorted. “You really expect me to buy that?”
“You don’t understand.” The guard turned to look at A major, who looked slightly shaken and angry. “She messes with society by introducing this thing we call emotion, and my job is to keep her in check. Now back off.” He walked towards her and away from me.
"You really think a young child like her can be that powerful?” The lie tasted bitter in my mouth, but I had to trick the guard into thinking I was ignorant of the whole situation. Let me be clear: I do not stand for treating kids as lesser based on their age. “Why are you wasting your energy attacking a helpless girl?” I hoped he forgot that A major was not helpless in the least. Unfortunately, the guard hadn’t forgotten that capturing A major wasn’t as easy as it seemed.
“I don’t believe you truly think she’s helpless,” he growled. “You’re trying to confuse me, but that won’t work! I’ve been sent to capture her and her friends, and if you are one of them, you’ll regret it.”
I stepped back nervously, and the guard laughed. “Not much good at fighting, are you? I can sense your fear.” He grinned at me.
I closed my eyes and I wished I had F minor with me to take this goon down in a fight. I tried to imagine her power and energy, and instead I got a snippet of the first movement of Beethoven’s Appassionata sonata playing in my mind. Before long, however, the music switched to the fifth piece of Schubert’s Moments Musicaux. Rage and determination suddenly filled me, and I heard F minor’s voice like I did this morning: Failure isn’t the end of the world. You’re too hard on yourself.
You know what, I thought back. Watch me.
The guard was focusing on A major again, apparently convinced I wasn’t a threat. I yelled and charged, distracting him. As he turned to face me, A major seized the opportunity to punch him in the jaw. He howled in pain, and as he swivelled to face her again, I punched him in the back where his kidneys were. It wasn’t as hard as I’d have liked, but it did the trick. He doubled over and sank to his knees. “Curse...you!” he wheezed out.
Adrenaline rushed through me, and I realised F minor had channeled into my thoughts again, filling me with the emotional state I needed at the moment. Telling me that failure was an option worked wonders, compared to the times I told myself I could do it and I ended up being even more stressed. I wondered if the keys had some knowledge of human psychology. Trust them to know a bit of everything.
A major smiled at me, though she was sweaty and red in the face. “That was awesome,” she said. “Didn’t know you could fight like that.”
“It wasn’t much of a fight,” I said modestly. “All I did was distract him.”
“Say, did F minor channel into your thoughts again?”
“How do you know that?”
“She did the same to me. Well, since our key signatures are different, there was another key involved, or maybe even more, but it filled me with the energy I needed to win this fight.”
“Oh. Anyway, I need to go to the library. It’s been an hour, and I still haven’t done what I needed to do. See you another time.” I walked towards the library where I had left my belongings. I hoped they were still there.
“Wait!” A major called after me. “There’s something I think you should know.”
“Again?!” Then I covered my mouth. What if it was concerning my friends?
“You’re too hard on yourself,” she said, eerily echoing what F minor had said to me. “I know you’re worried about schoolwork and your personal life, but as long as you’re doing your best, you’re fine.”
“I don’t recall telling you about my troubles,” I said.
“Yesterday, when you were with F major, I heard what you said. Someone nearby was listening to Festive Overture by Shostakovich, and I used that to listen in on your convo.”
“Oh.” I felt the blood rush to my face. Being eavesdropped on by a 14-year-old was embarrassing. At least she had explained how she knew what was going on. “You did the channeling thing?”
“Yeah, but that’s besides the point. Doing well in school isn’t what determines your worth as a person. It doesn’t mean anything apart from you being able to follow instructions. You’re so much more than that.”
My face felt very hot. Here’s a tip: if A major starts lecturing you about things like personal worth, it’s best to walk away before you die of embarrassment.
“Point taken. Now, I really need to borrow books for my essay.”
To my relief, A major disappeared and left me alone.