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THE LOST SONGS OF OPIL LORBIN

This a story, 28,000 words of Opil Lorbin, an East European child piano prodigy  who drops out of the classical world to become a pop star, and then is persuaded to return to the classical world to play  the obscure and fiendishly hard piano music of Abna Dforlok, who has encoded in his pieces a virus containing the composer’s mental illness.he plays the pieces, but at the premiere the audience gets hypnotised and paralysed by the twisted music

 

In 3 parts: part 1 tells Opil’s story, parts 2&3 are set after his death when the search for the secret of the music virus becomes a worldwide thriller from Western Australia to New York to the Tatra mountains of Poland involving a music journalist, Opil’s sister and  a dodgy 60s guru disguised as a scientist and seeks to gain world power through harnessing Opil’s unique discoveries to induce mass sound-based hysteria.

A story about music, healing and power.

Excerpt:

I rang the bell, and looked through the letterbox. A dull, dusty, rusty tinkle came from the bowels of the building. No answer. I rang again. An old man hooked a bony finger round the edges of a torn lace curtain behind a grimy window-pane, and squinted at me. The finger let the lace fall across the man’s face. He left the window. I heard footsteps in the hall, fingers on the catch, and then the front door creaked open.
“Who are you? Who sent you?”
“David Colcroft … Sylvie … Sylvie Lorbin sent me. Are you the caretaker?”
“Oh its you. Hello David” He eyed me and I, him. Both cagy. but he knew my name I didn’t know his.  He said “Come  this way” as he turned his shoe squeaked on the old linoleum floor. Brown suede shoes, I noticed.  “I didn’t think you’d come” he pushed past me and took 3 plastic sacks out of a battered tin dustbin on the sidewalk, and brought them inside. “Yes its these, take them” he gave me the sack and led me along a hallway that smelt of cabbage, cat’s piss and candle wax. A dull throbbing drone came from the depths of the building. I knew that if it drew my attention it would set off my tinnitus. So I turned my attention back to the old man, “Yes I threw nearly them out. Didn’t think you’d come. This place is nearly clear now- the builders will be in next week.” I was about to leave when the old man glared at me “I was there on the 21st of May 1971, you know. I saw it happen”. 21st of May 1971? He was there? Where? I didn’t have a clue, but I noted the date, and looked at him. He ushered me towards the door. On the window sill nearby was a wooden box, he saw it and quickly stood in front of it. I was sure I could see a slight cruel knowing smile flicker into the corner of his mouth.

 

 

 

LUCY DREAMDANCER

A  magical adventure story about a girl who escapes a dull life of drudgery with her step parents. She goes on a  wild quest, during which she travels from one bizarre island to another picking up friends and gaining wisdom as she goes. 

This is a continuing project -it is episodic and I have scenarios for four more book 2,3,4 and 5- further adventures and the stories of some of the other characters.

Excerpt:

Once upon a time in a land far far away from this, but strangely like our own, a 10 year old girl called Lucy lay  on a chair on a balcony looked at the setting sun and put her thumb in her mouth while her other hand felt the silver locket on a chain round her neck.   

“I wonder …” she thought. She had never opened it. She found a catch on the side she pushed it and it sprang open. inside there was a tiny picture of a beautiful lush green island surrounded by beautiful deep blue sea. She took her thumb out of her mouth, 

“If only I was there…” she whispered to herself with a sigh. Then a shrill shriek sharply shredded Lucy’s lingering look at the locket ;

“Eeeugh! what filthy bollards! disgusting! Lucy? come and polish them! Now!”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THE BOOK OF IMAGINARY PERFORMANCES

A book of possible shows

What if … instead of the drudgery of fund raising, building a team, enthusing, rehearsing, you just imagine a possible performanc

This is a collection of imagined possible performances

 

 

Including…

The Festival of One Not

Stories from the Rubble of London

 

 

The Lost Songs of Opil Lorbin and Lucy Dreamdancer are available in book form  – Opil in three parts, Lucy Dreamdancer in two.

 

There are other pieces of my writing, poems, fragments and performance texts and blogs at: https://jonahstone.blogspot.co.uk