You know those questions you see on applications that are there to test your creativity? We all have seen them at one point in time. Recently I was lucky enough to have an opportunity to answer provide a creative answer to a creative question. The question is here below . . . How would you answer this? Feel free to comment below:
Question:
You walk into a room. No one is present. You see a parakeet in a cage, a cello, and a clock. What took place in that room in the moments before you entered? [Feel free to answer this question in any vein (e.g., complete seriousness, flight of fancy, etc.) and in any format/style you wish]
Answer:
Time stood still and so did the parakeet as she held her breath and tiptoed near the edge of the cello’s sounding board. After a moment, the tiny bird released the air in her tinier lungs by means of a shrill vibration and highly pitched song that much resembled Musetta’s Waltz. In that same moment, the keet leaped high into the air and aimed herself at the opening near the center of the cello’s body. Singing her aria loudly and truly, she aimed her beak directly between the middle strings of the elegant instrument.
(An aside. Since the keet had lived alone her entire life with nothing but an ever-abundant amount of food within her cage, she had forgotten that she had put on a substantial amount of weight. This once sleek and slender bird had only experienced the delights of gluttony for her countless lonely days within the chateau these objects shared.)
Building momentum, the keet’s decent towards the instrument accelerated while the cello held perfect stillness. Unaware of the conflict he was about to experience, the cello remained as it always had; classic and eternally statuesque. With a crescendo the keet approached the apex of her colorful coloratura, and in that moment the dream of reaching the innards of the instrument seemed as real as the coming sunrise. To her surprise a low vibration interrupted her melody with a complementary lower frequency in the form of a duet. Before she realized where she was spatially, the room roared with a glorious perfect fifth. Even though, by traditional standards, the strings were tuned well below A440, the noble cello sang back perfectly balanced harmony in a response to her sweet Italian melody. As the soprano awoke midflight, she felt herself moving toward the room’s exterior window.
(An aside. The keet had no hope of redirecting her course midair; not because of her wings or feathers. Truthfully, although she would never admit it, the songstress has been unable to fly more than a short distance at a time and lacked the musculature to redirect at such a moment.)
Patiently, the clock watched. Not always the most observant, Clocky, our robotic alarm clock, sat still on the side table. Patiently the white clock sat supported by two wheels and a large red button underneath the display screen. Clockly was not a fan of music and deactivated its microphone. Had it not been for the functional design of Clocky’s torso, the keet would have never made it to her cage. Rocketing towards Clocky, she ricocheted off the red button activating the alarm as well as its motorized wheels. Accelerating forward Clocky pushed the overweight bird into her cage. Launching off the side table beeping incessantly, Clocky inadvertently interrupted the duet in the form of a trio. Motionless, the keet found herself in a pile of bird seed and happily unconscious. I ended up rushing in to turn off the alarm, forgetting why I had set it in the first place.