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Miss Secretary General of the Central Site of the Moon

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Miss Secretary General of the Central Site of the Moon

- 3, 2, 1

[Clearing throat]

- Well ... here we go.

[Silence]

- I ... I have just started my job as the Secretary General of the Central Site of the Moon. I was assigned to this position, without any choice, of course. It's not the same post I've always dreamed of. The conditions and facilities are not appealing at all. There are no job benefits. I'm only allowed to handle predetermined tasks and errands. Breakfast on a strict schedule, lunch on a strict schedule, and dinner on a strict schedule, too. Sleep is also regimented and on a strict schedule. There's no further room for any variation. Any form of physical activity is strictly forbidden.

I'm seated behind my CEO's tall, wheeled desk, playing with my laser pointer between my fingers. But in this weightless environment, I can hardly move my fingers. I long to wrap the oxygen tube that's always tethered to me around my fingers, and play regularly like a headphone cord. Perhaps a spark of joy might ignite within my heart. I'm certain it's watching and spying on my every move. Yet, I fear it might swing again, severing its connection to the life-sustaining tree. They just repaired it for me.

Even until the last moment before my transfer to my CEO's office, I didn't think they would dream of such exploitation for me. They have taken all my belongings. Even my clothes. And they have put their Moonish clothes on me. All my information has fallen into their hands. Now, they know everything about me.

My situation is no good at all. Last night, I thought of jumping out of the window of the stairs behind the elevator and using one of my own invented Electric Notes to reach the core and hack the Moon's gravity settings so that in the last layers of every night, instead of the water of the seas and oceans, it tides the tears of all the lonely people on Earth from their eyes, so that no night, no tear, would flow from the eyes of any lonely person on Earth. Maybe I should just go and dig the Moon's orbit.

Tonight, when everyone is asleep, I intend to draw my new groundbreaking design on paper. A plan about the attraction of the Moon. I know, I know, Gravity. Well, I am still thinking about my plan. I need to show everyone how the Moon's real attraction is zero, not one-sixth of the Earth's. I want to draw this for all those who only see the Moon from a distance.

O'...

Moon...

The always pale Moon. Always icy. Always, silent and still. At least for me and all those I know. Although none of them have been as lucky as me to reach the position of the Secretary General of the Central Site of the Moon!

[Sound of heavy coughing]

Yeah. My cough has gotten worse.

In recent times, I have only been able to secretly add a few whole/half rest notes (1) between the lines of the Love Melody drawing and complete the Autumnal and Christmas designs, and the Haikus I wrote for each. I am not very satisfied with the results of the works. I should have worked on them more. But I couldn't. I don't know. Maybe this is also because of the weightless conditions on the Moon. I have hidden a pile of my hand drafts, paintings, poems, and far-fetched design fantasies under the desk and have been sorting and organizing them for hours. They have been messed up so much that they have been in the hands of many different people for so long. Some of my important hand notes are not here either, such as the Melody of Making Smiles Brighter, Long Notes, and Extracting the Energy of colored pencils. They are lost. Maybe someone has taken them. Do you see? I have so much to record that has been delayed.