As the memory of musical sounds faded, so did the structure and organization that people had given to the music. Without a plan or score to follow, the music became an increasingly ugly and discordant noise. In the basement of the Music Is Possible parking lot, total disharmony was beginning to engulf Ting in his whole new world. The Sounds had forgotten their name, their goal, they had exchanged one form of chaos for another without remembering why. Some Sounds got along well, others bickered and complained constantly. Some individual Sounds preferred their own company while others hung out in pairs. Bands of unruly Sons formed chords and moved in groups of three, four or more. Rough-sounding chords fought against each other while pretty Sounds floated peacefully in the air trying to make everything pleasant. Ting built himself a house on raw land. ledge that overlooked the safe place where the musical sounds gathered. He shared this personal space with his shy and nervous friend Flakey who had recently taken to hiding among the cobwebs and dust whenever he remembered the noise outside. It was too much for the shy Sound to bear. Flakey made a sad, shaking sound when he was in distress, which was all the time. Ting had a headache, he could see his friend collapsing, the noise in this once quiet room. the place was becoming deafening. The silence that greeted the Sounds to share the Safe Place retreated into small corners, regretting the valiant deed they had performed. “It’s not good,” Ting said to Flakey. “We will have to organize ourselves; it shouldn't be like that. I'm going to have to sort this out. “How the hell are you going to do that?” "" Flakey shouted, her fingers jammed in her ears. 'Listen...... middle of paper ...... note. “There is no organization here, it’s random. It's just chaos here. “Okay,” Ting said, “can we all agree that silence is a good thing?” » Ting waited, listening to the debate. It was finally agreed that silence could blend with their music. " GOOD. » Ting felt happy that progress was being made. "Then we're going to have to find a way to recognize which sounds are heard well and, of course, which sounds are not heard well." Ting paused to let the words sink in. “Look, Ting uses silence for effect. » » whispered Flakey with a very pleasant sound that had moved to get a little closer to him. “Hello Flakey,” Elizabeth smiled, “you’re right, silence really works. "It might be nice if you two tried for a while." ', said a pair of aggressive notes behind us, 'we want to know what's going on.' 'Sorry about that,' said Flakey. 'I was just making a point.’