Trebmal was a genius, people in the Rieunj Software Company would always say. Indeed, Trebmal was the pro of pros in computer programming, and not only that, but he was also a professional musician, a pianist to be exact. He lived in a house by the sea. Every day, he codes, rest, and play with his trusty piano. One thing he enjoyed was drama, especially musicals. For that, the Rieunj Company’s Mission Organizer John Truman often left a place for a play directed by Trebmal. Each play was neat, emotional, and inspiring. Those were always loved by the other programmers in the company, for in each play, Trebmal used a piece of new piano music he created as the background music.

    Trebmal was, after all, a person with some normal lifestyle, and he had a person he fancied, the name I decided better not to tell. That person, a female, happened to feel the same way towards him. But something somehow stopped them from knowing the other's mind. Quite understandable, some guys in the office tend to spread some strange information if they ever expressed themselves. So, they kept it and believed that one day, things are gonna be right.

    Once, on a clear evening, Trebmal went onto the balcony of his house by the sea, enjoying the wind blowing onto his face, and bringing over fresh, salty air. It was a perfect time for some music. He sat down by his piano and placed his thumb onto the note at the very middle of the piano. He pressed. Its pitch is not so high, not so low. Just right. He pressed again. It was vibrating into his heart. The sound was all around him. It was perfect, something he had always enjoyed. There was some kind of bond between him and the note. It makes everything unusually calm and relaxed. It was expressing everything. Just one note. Trebmal opened his eyes and gazed at the sea. A comfortable, dark blue. The sound of waves pounding against the sand floor was never more beautiful. It felt like that, everything was blue, from the very near to the very end of the horizon.

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    Trebmal’s thumb hovered above the note, and he pressed yet again. Yes, it sounded like the sea. It was the sea. Trebmal closed his eyes, and, following his mind, he played a new piece of music. That was it, the sea. The waves pounding, the water flapping, the birds singing, the sky rolling. It was impossible to describe. 

    Sometime later, Trebmal opened his eyes again. He felt great, perhaps greater than ever. But right at that moment, his computer gave him a signal of receiving a new mail. Having a final glance at the sea, he straightened up and walked inside.

    Probably it was just some little problem they weren’t able to solve, he thought. He sat in front of his desktop and opened the mailbox. The newly received mail wasn’t from anyone in the company, though. In fact, it didn’t seem to be coming from anyone. He frowned, and, curiously, he opened the mail. 

Dear Mr. Nil,

    This is 261.6Hz Organization. We’ve received your call of exactly 3 constant piano note at 261.6Hz. This is what we’ve been waiting for. Please, kindly excuse us for having tracked you for some time, but we’ve discovered that something inside you is unusual, exactly what we shouldn’t tell just yet. That piece of unusual in you will be a great help to us if you’re willing to join our team to work on an ambitious project that might rescue the humanity. Kindly consider about that and we shall want to receive what you think around a week later.

Your sincerely 

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P.S.  Do not worry or panic.

    Do not worry or panic, Trebmal read again, and then he flinched. Of course, 261.6, a number so familiar. 

    The note C, and don’t ask me what C meant, nor why it was so fearsome.