[ WP ] Rumor has it that tomorrow , music will be rendered obsolete . Describe someone 's experience regarding the event .

“ I can ’ t believe that they are really gon na stop making music! ” A guest on the radio was talking about his band. At least that ’ s what Darrel thought. 
 
 Darrel was returning home from Dennis County Community College, where he had just finished a big concert. He was only half-listening to the interview, but the speakers kept reminding the listeners that the broadcast was live, as if it was really important. 
 
 “ Damn straight, Jeff! I ’ d be amazed if every single venue in the world that has n't already been converted into a storefront was not completely PACKED tonight! Meanwhile, The FCC completely deserted us and we have free range of the entire air! ” 
 
 Darrel was still having trouble following the conversation, the receiver was getting almost exclusively white noise and he was about to change the channel to his favorite classic rock station; 97.5, the Rat, which played all his favorite garage tunes. He was sure he was the only one ever listening. It was actually a very small channel that got surprisingly low amounts of listeners even though the head disc jockey was a famous bassist, Joel Godleski from the band, the Methopotamians. 
 
 “ Well you know what happens to people when they go blind, Francis? ” 
 
 “ I can tell you they most likely ain ’ t gon na be seeing anything for the rest of their lives that's for sure. Why? ” 
 
 “ Well it ’ s a known fact that when their lights go out, they do n't even recall what colors or light even looks like! Of course they can remember what was purple and that most hot things correlated with the color red... ” 
 
 “ C ’ mon, Jeff, spill it. What are you getting at? ” 
 
 “ Well Francy, ” he paused. “ I ’ m thinking that everyone is going to entirely forget what music even sounds like and everything! A sort of hearing astigmatism. ” 
 
 “ Holy shit, I never thought about it that way. You really think it ’ s gon na be gone just like that? ” 
 
 “ I sure hope not. ” 
 
 Another commercial break started, and Darrel was completely perplexed as to what the radio hosts were addressing. He felt as if every single word he just heard must have been part of some sort of cruel twisted joke. He wondered why they weren ’ t doing this Friday, only a day away, which happens to be April Fools ’ Day. It wasn ’ t even that good of a prank in Darrel's opinion. The radio hosts came back after the specially made automated opening to announce the live show on the “ Last day of Music. ” 
 
 “ So how do you think this is going to be going down, Jeff? Are all the musicians just going to refuse to play music ever again? ” 
 
 “ Well, Francy, I know that that wo n't be the case because if it was, sooner or later someone would realize how much money absolutely everyone would pay to hear ‘ Hot Cross Buns! ’ ” 
 
 The interviewer chuckles, “ Oh yeah, I get your point there. ” 
 
 ” So I ’ m thinking that the sounds are gon na have to stop coming at some sort of molecular level, or it ’ s another weird scientific bullshit reason like that. ” 
 
 ” Yeah, that is a pretty good assumption, I don ’ t want to say I want it to happen, but I ’ m kinda interested in how this is going to play out. ” 
 
 Darrel was fed up with the nonsense coming out of his speakers. “ Obnoxious, ” he angrily mumbled under his breath. “ They really think that's the best way to attract listeners? ” The frequency switches to 97.5 by the push of his first preset. “ Hey, at least I ’ ll get to listen to my favorite channel on the last day music exists!, ” he half jokes to himself. 
 
 Darrel gets home does the paper on the History of Rock and Roll that he ’ s had weeks to do but put it off to last minute. He puts Pandora to his garage rock channel and finishes the half-ass work he ’ d attempt to give his professor the next morning. 
 
 Darrel ’ s entire life is influenced by music, he's been surrounded by it all his life and ca n't remember a time when he was n't playing a musical instrument of some sort. He started playing piano at age of six to learn the basics of notes, but was quickly inspired by woodwinds, percussion and the string family. He was easily fascinated with them all and was knowledgeable of every single genre in some way, shape or form. He was majoring in music theory at his college and loved everything about it. 
 
 Eventually he decided to go to bed. He was exhausted after the concert and had already forgotten about the radio show. 
 
 Darrel woke up slowly. He cursed under his breath because he knew he ’ d never wake up so nicely without missing school. Sure enough, the clock read “ 10 am. ” Pissed, wondering why the alarm did n't go off, he exclaimed “ Fucking hell! Again, goddamnit!, ” as he threw on the clothes on the top of his dirty clothes pile and rushed to get ready. As he was putting on his windbreaker, his phone buzzed, which was surprising because he always had set it to play one of the guitarist ’ s solos from The Methopotamians. 
 
 It was his bud, Bret. “ This is fucking insane., ” was all it said. 
 
 “ WTF are you talking about???, ” he replied. Darrel ’ s mind whirred a million miles an hour wondering what the hell Bret was talking about. Suddenly it clicked. His phone not playing the solo, the alarm not playing music, the radio show was right. And this realization broke Darrel in an instant. 
 
 Darrel stared into space for a few lingering seconds trying to remember the simple arpeggio he had learned as a kid to help memorize all the scales. It was gone, no recollection of it in any way other than the nostalgia of it. 
 
 He remembered, it was April first. It must be a joke, and even his mind is in on playing this heartless joke on him. He hurried to prove it and opened YouTube and searched “ Reactor Complex ” by Methopotamians and was relieved to see it was in the search feed, clicking on it in a still quickened flurry. 
 
 That was when Darrel realized it was n't a prank. The entire song turned into a single tone. A single, dead, deafening tone that immediately struck Darrel right in the heart. The lyrics were clear as day but there were absolutely no variation in notes. He looked at the video in disbelief, Then ran to his guitar like his life depended on it, flipped the amp power on with such force he would never dare use on his one of a kind rig, plugged in and strummed the C chord with no thought other than craving to hear his precious Anne ( which is what he had named his Ghost white Fender Stratocaster ) sing. The haunting tone ensued, crushing Darrel. 
 
 Stringing every cuss word he had ever known into one long vulgar and extremely fearful sentence, he realised even his own voice was that one tone. This was no April Fools ’ joke, Darrel was living in some sort of Hellish reality. 
 
 At his wits end he scrambles to turn on the TV and his phone where he sees numerous reports on the massive “ tone death. ” 
 
 The head article read: “ Scientists forced to use their new ‘ Tone Silencing ’ machine to control radio wave telecommunications. The machine, truly remarkable in its ability to effectively neutralize all communications on the audible wavelength range is set so that only one note can exist in that range, A sharp. The government assures the loss of the musical scales and the potential to make any and all rhythms with them will be well worth it in that this be a huge step towards limiting the number of terrorist attacks. New information on this event will be posted at 6pm tonight. ” 
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