The Mystwick School of Musicraft by Jessica Khoury

The Mystwick School of Musicraft by Jessica Khoury

Author:Jessica Khoury
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: HMH Books


Chapter Fifteen

Music Is There for Those Who Listen

THAT’S WHAT SHE LOOKED LIKE. That’s what she felt like. But that’s impossible, right? I mean, ghosts aren’t real. It had to be an illusion—or, like Collin said, my brain’s too frozen to think straight.

What am I doing up here?

How did I end up on a frozen mountain peak, thousands of miles from home, and now with a ghost following me?

At that moment, despair washes over me.

Maybe I don’t belong here. Maybe I’m fighting for something I can never have.

It was easy enough to say I could do it when I had my flute in my hands, but right now, I have nothing. I came here to get answers about my mom—who was she? Am I anything like her? But instead, all I get is a possible, honest-to-Bach ghost. And she’s not the only thing haunting me. I can still hear the squeaky A note from my audition, howling with the wind, reminding me every second that I’m not good enough.

Wait a minute.

That note isn’t my imagination.

It’s coming from above me.

I turn and look up, squinting in the gloomy light, until I see it: a hole in a rock, as neat and round as if it had been cut out with a pair of scissors. The wind is howling through it, creating an almost perfect A note.

Weird.

I stand up and walk closer, only to trip over another jutting rock. I reach out to pull myself up, and find another hole.

Then I see them everywhere.

All across the mountaintop, there are rocks with holes in them. You’d miss them completely if you weren’t looking for them, because they’re impossible to see without eyeing them straight on. That’s probably why we didn’t see them earlier. When I get closer, I can hear the wind howling through them at different pitches.

And then it all makes sense.

It’s just like the school motto: Music is there for those who listen.

I run back to the cave as quickly as I can, shouting for the others. Because of the wind, they don’t hear me until I’m just steps away. I skid to a halt, breathless, and gasp out, “I know what to do! I know what to do!”

A few people look up curiously, but Claudia scowls. “Let me guess. You saw an entire freaking elephant this time?”

Ignoring her, I walk to Darby. “You said if we had instruments, you could Conduct us.”

She looks up. “That’s not exactly what I—”

“I found instruments.”

Now everyone jumps up, looking interested. Even Claudia folds her arms, waiting for me to explain.

Skipping the part about the ghost, or illusion, or whatever she was, I tell them about the holes in the rocks, and how the wind makes different pitches as it whistles through them. At first they look doubtful, but then they follow me out to have a look themselves.

“Listen!” shouts Collin. He puts a hand over one of the holes, blocking the wind and stopping the sound it makes. Then he removes his hand and the note sounds again.



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