NOAH: The Musical Genius

Offers to Become a Composer

Noah increasingly shows his ability beyond his age limit. Every day there are new things that can be used as musical instruments by Noah.

Like this morning when Noah was having breakfast, Bella poured water into a glass for Noah. Noah, who was filled with fad, touched the lips of the glass with his finger. Noah twirled his finger at the end of the glass so as to produce a tone.

Noah then ran to the kitchen to pick up a few glasses and poured water into the glass in different doses.

"What do you want, baby?" Ask Bella.

"Mom see later." Noah replies he is busy starting to smear his finger at the end of the glass.

Soon the sounds began to sound. Friction of Noah's fingers with a glass lips produces a melodious rhythm.

Bella was further amazed by her son.

"How can you?" Ask Bella.

"Of course." Noah replied with a smile. "Then Noah went to Ma. Be careful at home." Noah continues.

"Noah who should be careful on the road. Remember not to talk to anyone you don't know. If you cross, wait for the red light. Don't forget to look left. And eat . . . ."

"Lunch on time." Cut Noah. "Mama has often nasehatin Noah mah, Noah remembered. This is already the 14th time mama ingetin Noah. Noah's not a kid anymore, mah." Noah protests while wearing his backpack.

"Geez, baby, you're only six years old. So the category is still a child. Mama hug and kiss first." Bella wants to kiss Noah.

"Stop." Noah said.

"Madly, Noah is not a baby boy that you always hug and kiss."

Bella laughed as she pinched Noah's cheek.

"Well, don't you love Mama? Mom wants to hug and kiss Noah, can't you?"

"Yes already, because Noah loves Mama. Mama can hug and kiss Noah, but only at home. Outside or in public places can't."

Bella smiled and hugged and kissed Noah many times, making Noah mutter.

"Ahh mama, that's enough. Noah's leaving. It's late again. Noah's leaving, ma'am." Noah kissed Bella's hand.

Two weeks ago, Noah did not want to be escorted to school by Bella. In addition to the school distance is quite close, the reason Noah also did not want to trouble his mama.

On the way to school, Noah begins to realize, there are so many sounds of objects that combined can be a beautiful melody to be heard.

Noah was standing under a tree around the sidewalk. He closed his eyes and began to focus on hearing the sounds around him.

First, Noah's ears focused on the sound of motor honks and unpretentious cars. Then he heard a whistle being blown by the parking attendant. Noah also heard the sound of the twang of the bowl being struck using a spoon by a passing meatball. And there are many other voices.

In Noah's ears, the voices were unpretentious into a beautiful melody. Noah smiled and then laughed happily.

"Son, where are your parents? You're being rough, aren't you?" Asked an old man from behind Noah.

Noah who was shocked, immediately shuffled back. He looked at the old man dressed in shabbiness. The old man carried a sack on his back.

"You're rude?" Ask the grandfather again.

"Eh not grandpa. I was going to school, but I quit because I loved to hear music." Noah replied politely.

"Music from where? Why didn't Grandpa hear anything. All you hear is the noise of motorbikes and passing cars." Said the old man again, who was only greeted with a smile by Noah.

"Where are you at school? If you look at your age, this is still primary school. Why are your clothes different?" Ask the grandfather again.

"I went to school there cake." Noah answered, pointing to the school across the street.

The grandfather squinted his eyes as he looked towards the building Noah pointed at.

"Loh, it's not a school for the big guys. Grandpa never saw a kid your age go to school there."

"I love cake music." Reply Noah accordingly. "Oh yeah, this is for grandpa. It seems like grandpa hasn't eaten yet. Grandpa's face looks limp." Noah continued, handing over his food.

"Thank you. But what will you eat?"

As Noah was about to walk away, the old man took something out of his pocket and gave it to Noah.

"This is for you. My grandfather used to play it. But now he's gone somewhere. Grandpa can't play it, so just for you." The old man said something to Noah.

"It's if it's not a harmonica, is it?" Noah said with a nod by the grandfather.

"If I take it, then grandfather can't see any more of Grandpa's children's relics."

"It's okay. It's useless to grandpa anyway."

Noah's face looks sparkling, the harmonica he holds looks still very well maintained and new.

"Thank you, cake. I'm going first. See you next time cake." Noah said and left.

At school, after cleaning the harmonica, Noah goes to the park and starts blowing the harmonica.

Initially the sound that Noah produced was still irregular, but the next five minutes the harmonica sound that Noah was blowing began to sound very melodious. Even some other students were silent behind Noah hearing the sound of harmonica played.

Applause and cheers rang out from behind Noah, making him turn around.

"You're really great Noah." Said another student.

Noah just smiled, then a student approached him.

"Noah, you were called to face the principal's room by Ms. Sindy."

'What was I wrong, until I was called to face the principal?' thought Noah.

Inside the headmaster's room, there were already a few people waiting for Noah's arrival.

"Good day everyone." Noah said confidently.

Everyone looked at him then looked at Bu Sindy in turn.

"I'm sorry about Noah. They are the senior composers who want to meet you. Can I borrow your notebook to show them?" Said Bu Sindy.

"Of course, Bu Sindy's origin can guarantee that they won't steal my work." Reply Noah.

Everyone in the room laughed.

"I like your confidence, young man." The principal.

The senior composers began to look at the tone book Noah made. They seemed to not believe that the scale they saw was the work of the six-year-old boy in front of them.

"How can you create a scale this complex?" Ask a senior composer.

"That's easy. Just by listening and imagining." Reply Noah.

"Bu Sindy, where did you get this little boy? Why does she look so arrogant but so adorable." Said a composer with white hair.

"I'm not arrogant old man. I just have a lot of confidence." Reply Noah.

"Hahaha I want one like this Miss Sindy."

"I am too."

Such was the speech of senior composers who were anxious about Noah's behavior.

"Noah, they came here in addition to meeting you in person. They also want to offer you an orchestral concert that will be held in two weeks. Are you willing?" Ask the principal.

"Of course sir. I'm definitely ready." Reply Noah.

"Then start your training from today. You have to show your best. Because there'll be a lot of people watching."

"Ready Sir." Reply Noah.

Everyone in the room laughed and started talking about Noah as he walked out of the room.