Miks Musikal Shop-Creative writing assessment

The wind howled through Diagon Alley as the early morning woke. Shoppers on a mission filled the dormant street, scurrying like small mice, all with places and shops in mind. Distracting them from their usual routine, was a mystical new shop. It was gleaming in the early morning sun, beckoning them to come inside and daring them to break their routine. Their attention was caught by the new sign saying ‘Mik’s Musikal Shop’. It looked a bit old and funky, rats running all over the roof and lizards greeting people at the door. Green spots of paint scattered all over the building making it look incomplete and as if another coat was required before they could open. The door was hanging from it’s hinges, looking like it someone had taken it from the tip and the doorknob resisting when anyone tried to pry open the door.

The sign outside claimed ‘Best Musical shop in the World”. Eager to see what was behind the door, a little boy wanting to be the best-known rockstar, stormed into the shop hunting for an instrument that would make him rich and famous. Immediately drawing him in were the guitar’s that were strategically placed. All shapes, sizes, colours and claiming all sorts of musical magic. When walking around the shop, the smell of dust and unused equipment followed the boy, he had to feel his way around getting silt all over his hands like a smooth blanket. 

As he touched the equipment he got a hum that echoed through his whole body. Standing on the blue mossy carpet made him feel as if he was high in the sky, bouncing around. Fading was the carpet that followed into a cat wallpaper that rose high and continued throughout the ceiling. He spotted immediately, an elegant golden piano that shone through the store, its ray of light touching him. There was a long line snaking around the shop with people waiting to touch its golden keys, making him think of Christmas and queues to see Santa.

When it was his turn, he gently stroked one of it’s golden diamond keys. Softly and gently, ‘Sweet Caroline’ Calmly played through the sound system echoing throughout the shop. In front of the golden piano was a dance floor, it was changing its colours every second. Constantly, causing an effect that would fool anyone’s eyes. This was what he needed to become famous, not the guitar. 

A funny red door was in the corner. The door was quite big, it had no doorknob. People were struggling to figure out how to get in. Beside the door were 12 unused strings that came down from the roof that met the floor. One strum of the strings opened up the door. Going through it, the boy saw a room full of precious instruments that greeted him. The carpet was all soft and fluffy and layered with extra protection to keep the instruments super safe. Strolling through the room making him feel as if he was falling through a canopy of trees on a hot summers day. At the end of the room, there was a massive fish-bowl like door leading him out onto the street. He was done with exploring the shop and ready to return to the hustle and bustle of Diagon Alley.  He just had to work out how to get the golden piano home safely.