The day I found a DVD player
This story by Aarshiya is one of the two winning entries of a writing contest conducted for Blogchatter’s Writers Group.
6th March, 3037
A day that changed everything.
Dear Diary,
I hate to say this, but I was born in the wrong generation. I’m a girl who should’ve taken over the world in the 2010s. In today’s time, it’s just not possible.
Okay, I know you’re just a diary and can’t talk, but I imagine you’re wondering why I’m saying all this.
It started off as an ordinary day. I was eating a bar of chocolate and getting ready for my friend Maya’s party, which we had to attend using 8-D/VR goggles. I had buried myself in the pile of clothes on the top shelf of my cupboard, looking for something with galactic shades. Apparently, giving your robots a vacation ruins yours.
Just as I emptied the top shelf, my focus shifted from the outfit I couldn’t find to the drawer I had just discovered. Everything else slipped from my mind. I opened it gently, expecting it to be empty.
After fourteen years of my life, my biggest regret is opening that drawer. It was so dusty it looked like it had a whole desert inside. Thanks to that, I sneezed my soul out five times. The old wooden drawer had no cleaning system and even if it did, I doubt it would’ve worked.
I had to improvise and get a mini vacuum cleaner from the attic to de-desertify the drawer. Once that was done, I found a stack of rusty brown sheets bound together. The first page read High School Diaries in a weird font like someone had written it by hand!
Before I opened the book, I decided to check what else was inside.
You will never believe what I found. Stuff that wouldn’t even exist in your imagination… actually does.
There was a packet of round, shiny discs, each labeled with a different decade in the same strange font. And next to it was a strange-looking device with a metal stick and a slot that matched the size of those discs.
I picked the one labeled 2010s! and slid it into the device.
Suddenly, I heard strange audio clips: people talking about love, heartbreak, and their lives.
“Please don’t stop the music, please don’t stop the music…”
“Don’t stop, make it pop, DJ blow my speakers up…”
“Gimme gimme more…”
“Hit me baby one more time…”
“You can’t make your mind mind mind mind mind…”
Soon, I found myself singing and dancing, totally lost in the music.
The party? I completely forgot about it.
By the time the music stopped, it was midnight, and the party was over. Maya’s mom had caught her having fun, while grounded.
Now, all I want is for the world to start over and bring back the real music.
The first thing I need to do is share this with all my friends.
Erica ♥️
