They first hear the farmer sing, and it’s amazing
Alex: He’d spent the night at the farmers house, and they had watched the gridball game together for hours before passing out. When Alex woke up, the farmer wasn’t in bed. He could hear clanking in the kitchen, and the smell of pancakes and eggs. Creeping out of the covers, he tiptoed to the doorframe, watching as the farmer flipped an egg and...began to sing. It was just a lighthearted pop song, one that had played during a gridball commercial yeterday, but Alex felt his few brain cells short circuiting. “Holy shi-“
Abigail: Abby was lost in the mines. She couldn’t find her way back to the ladder and was starting to get nervous, worried more about how mad her parents would be rather then her own safety. As she started to retrace her steps, she heard someone singing. It was beautiful, echoing off the cave walls and drawing her in, filling her with warmth and comfort. Unnerved, she backed against a wall and listened for footsteps. The voice was almost too nice, too good to be real. Anything was possible with monsters, and Abby readied her sword. As it was only a foot away she rounded the corner, her sword landing only inches from the farmers neck. They dropped their pickaxe. Abby dropped her jaw.
Elliot: He heard something outside his cabin, a soft, melodic voice in the distance. He stepped outside and was met with the sight of the farmer sitting on the waters edge, tan in the sun with a fishing pole in hand. They were singing about the ocean and warm meals. It was beautiful. Every note a gift to the world. “So this is what the poets really meant when they wrote about love,” he whispered
Emily: She heard a song in her dreams, one that would fade in the morning and leave her longing for more. It was always from someone she couldn’t place, until one early morning before she’d even gotten out of bed. The farmer had come over to use her sowing machine, and while they worked had begun to sing quietly to themselves to pass the time. “Ah. So that’s who it was,” She thought. The farmer continued, their melody far better than any dream.
Haley: Haley was off taking pictures down by the river, just south of Marnie’s ranch. She was focused, but could vaguely hear someone shuffling around down on the other side of the lake. Footsteps on the connecting bridges made her look up to see the farmer, carrying a big bag of spring onions and singing an old mining song. They were covered in dirt and sweat, but Haley didn’t even notice, camera almost falling from her hand as the sound of the farmer’s voice stole her heart.
Harvey: Harvey thought he left the radio on, and asked the farmer what station was playing. The farmer, blushing, came from the other room and admitted it was just them singing. Harvey paused, realizing this meant the farmer had a voice like a superstar on radio, and that it made them even more attractive. “I- wow. That totally fooled me.” He laughed, face even redder then the farmer’s.
Leah: She hears the farmer outside her house, fishing in a spot just to the left of her door they say is “full of good quality fish.” They have a bucket next to them and are whistling a tune, which becomes a hum, which becomes a song. Leah can’t sing, but she puts a hand to the window and wishes there was a way she could embody that sound. In a painting, in a sculpture- so that she could keep it with her and remember it, so that everyone could remember it. She opens the door. “Could I...paint you sitting there? Singing?”
Maru: She was down in her “basement” working on her big project when she heard footsteps above. Thinking it was one of her parents, she didn’t bother to go up. The footsteps paced back and forth before settling by her bed and quieting down. Curious, Maru wondered why her dad or mom might be waiting for her and began to climb the ladder, only to hear someone begin to sing. It wasn’t a very good song in her opinion, but the tone and quality of the voice made it one of the best she’d ever listened to. Opening the trap door the song stopped, and she met eyes with the blushing farmer. “Oh,” they said, rubbing the back of their head, “I thought...I thought you’d come home through the front door.”
Penny: The farmer is helping her teach the kids out by the lake near Marnies ranch, and they are learning about the water cycle. Penny takes a quick break to go grab something from her bag, and hears the farmer mention something about “a way to remember the cycle.” Suddenly, they are singing a simple little nursery rhyme to the kids, who are grinning and enjoying the pleasant sound of the farmers voice. Penny’s eyes widen, and butterflies burst in her stomach. It’s just a kids song, about rain no less, but she had no idea they had that kind of voice.
Sam: They were joking around in his room late at night, and he was performing horrible love songs for them. After singing never gonna give you up (electric guitar rendition), the farmer stole the guitar and said “my turn.” Sam laughed, but quickly stopped as the farmer began to sing. They were messing around, sure, but Sam couldn’t stop his heart from pounding when their eyes met, as that perfect voice froze him in place.
Sebastian: Sebastian can’t figure out who the hell is singing. He hears it up near that old man’s tent, looks, no one there. Hears it down by the docks, footsteps...and they’re gone. Outside the saloon, he runs, they’re gone. Over by Pierre’s shop, rounds the corner, no one there. Seb doesn’t care what it is at this point, but he has to get a better listen, he has to know who can sing like that. In a way that takes his mind far away from this town and to every place he’s every wanted to be. In a way that makes him feel a peace and comfort he rarely feels. Finally he catches the song. They’re upstairs, the house is empty it’s just him and that voice- he sprints, wild eyed and messy to see the farmer. “You...you’re...you can sing like that?”
Shane: Shane gets drunk off his ass one night, and thinks the angels have finally come to get him. It’s raining, and he’s on the ground, soaked to the bone and half awake when he hears it. An eerie tune, soft and sad in the downpour, heading his way. He’s a down to earth guy, but this voice makes him wonder if sirens are real. The blurry figure comes closer. It’s the farmer. “Oh shit,” He mumbles.
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