Suddenly, the trumpets blared, announcing the beginning of the procession. The crowd pushed forward, eagerly anticipating the wonderful clothes, trying hard to imagine juz how beautiful the clothes are. Five dozens soldiers marched in the front, followed by a roofless carriage with the emperor on it, waving proudly to his subjects. All the people ther are inwardly shocked, for they all see that the emperor have no clothes on him! Yet, unwilling to be call a fool or a tasteless person, they all exclaimed, "What a pattern! What colors! Such luxurious clothes! Amazing design! It's out of this world!"
In the midst of the faked cries of admiration, a shrill voiced shouted, "But he doesn't have anything on!!!" At once, everybody turned to look who shouted that stupid sentence. They found out that it was a young boy, and they laughed at him, hurled insults at him, and silenced him. They continue to marvel at how beautiful the emperor's clothes are, and soon after the procession, everyone wanted to hire the weavers who have designed the emperor's clothes. Many of the nobles and the wealthy paid heavily for the weaves' service, and although all of them looked as if they're naked, they parade proudly on the streets, showing off their beautiful suits! In a few days time, it became a trend, and everyone walked around the streets naked! Stores stop selling all of the "outdated" clothes, and on each shelves, they sell hundreds of invisible suits instead!
But of course, there was never a suit on the emperor! The sneaky weavers have deceived everyone by telling them only fools can't see the clothes! But as no one dared to stand out to protest that there was never any clothings on the emperor in the 1st place, everyone forced themselves to believe that the clothes are simply gorgeous, so that they won't be exposed themselves as a fool. In time, as almost everyone have totally believe the lie that what they were wearing are real and extremely gorgeous, the lie seemed to become truth...
...All except for that young boy and a few others like him. They truly can't see anything, but ironically, they are not the ones who are the fools. It is the majority that are complete imbeciles, but since it's already an accepted fact that what they are wearing are gorgeous and only fools can see them, the boy and people like him (the minority) are perceived as pariahs and fools, and they keep laughing and hurling insults at them when the minority resist to wear like them, and insist on wearing clothes that they design for themselves...
And though this happened centuries ago, and the invisible clothes trend have been completely wiped away from everyone's memory, the same observation can still be made. People listening to all these amazingly unbelievably talented singers, like Westlife, Backstreet Boys and Britney Spears, heaping praises all over them, and even come close to worship them. And interestingly, the minority persists too, despite all the harsh persecution from the majority. They find delight in alternative artistes like Radiohead and Björk, and celebrate all the daring musicians who constantly push the boundaries of music, some even successfully redifing them...
And what do the majority say to these minority? They just keep on teasing the minority annoyingly by singing the phrase "Yesterday I woke up sucking a lemon" with a bad imitation. And therefore, the minority becomes more and more withdrawn when it comes to their "taste in music", and can only live on bitterly knowing that all these "great music" the majority are talking about are mostly garbage whom the majority held high as excellent music.
But persist the minority has, and their numbers keep on increasing as the days past. Who know, one day, one fine day, they may overturn the table, and all music will be cleansed and become beautiful again, a celebration of humanity. One day...
Credit: The story above is inspired by a consumer's review on Björk's newest album, Medulla, on Amazon.com. You can view it here. Note: I totally respect his opinion, and the story above is not a hostile reaction towards his review, since even I myself have some difficulties getting used to Medulla. It is his reference that gives me the idea!
P.S.:This is probably the 1st fiction I've ever written!
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