Hysan Informative Speech

“Bring the prisoners here!” I felt myself being dragged from the dark. I was so weak, I couldn't even brace my eyes against the bright, piercing lights. “Hassan Havilliard,” boomed a voice I knew too well. “Charged of illegally learning and playing music.” I was now at the center of the execution arena. The guards dropped me heavily and painfully onto the cold, stone ground. A cry escaped from me. At this point, I was tired. I was tired of fighting. Everyone should have music. Music is a universal language. It is a way to communicate and express oneself, but here, this is unacceptable. Here, music is a weapon. Here, you can not be free. You're tied by down by laws and crippled by the government. There's no longer …show more content…
My brother’s cold silver eyes bore through me. It was like a knife gutting right through me. “Hello, Hassan,” he replied. “Hello, Eden.” Eden looked up at Hysan. “Hello, Elector.” said Eden. I can hear the venom in the word elector. Hysan ignored it and continued. “Citizens! These prisoners are traitors and criminals. As punishment, they will be sentenced to death!” The crowd roared in approval- hungry and bloodthirsty. Immediately, Eden was dragged towards the cutting block. I screamed and screamed, but my voice was lost in the clashing of sounds from the crowd. Eden was forced on his knees. I looked into his eyes. His eyes glittered. He was absolutely calm. He started humming to the tune of a Beethoven song. His voice was barely audible over the chaos, but I can hear the legato melody. The axe was over his head now and time itself seemed like it was slowing down gradually- ritardando. Eden’s eyes were still open when the axe fell. I counted. 1,2,3. Eden was dead. D.C al …show more content…
Today, however, Eden looked distressed. “What's wrong?” I asked. Eden looked down. “Remember when I told you that music is a language?” I nodded. “I work for the rebelling states. I’m using music to transfer information to them from the Academy.” “Did you get caught?” I asked. “We both did.” he answered. “A fellow student heard the piano.” Now I was left with one thought. How will my brother, the elector act when he finds out I betrayed him?

“Bring the next prisoner!” It was my turn now. The crowd roared louder than before. I channeled myself to be just like Eden. Calm. I hummed the same Beethoven tune- my humming legato. I dropped to my knees at the cutting block. Here, I found myself unafraid. If death brings me freedom then set me free. If death brings me peace then let it be. The axe hovered above me now and all I could do was listen to the sound of my drumming heart, it's rhythm steady. It went well with the tune I hummed. I looked at my black and silver brother once more. The axe fell. I can hear it's metal ring slice through the air. I closed my eyes and awaited my long lost friend, death. The metal ring was the last thing I ever heard. Al