Ι† Started with the dimming of Roo and her neon blue eyes. While she walked the city streets to her job that she didn’t love but didn’t hate, she became increasingly aware of the monotony in her life. Everything felt mediocre. She was impartial about almost everything surrounding her; the city, her job, even her boyfriend. Her eyes began to fill with sorrow as she reluctantly admitted to herself that she was not the same sparkling girl she once took pride in being. At the same instance as this self confession, she noticed an alleyway that she had never seen before. It seemed strange considering she had walked the same route to work for almost a year now. Without hesitation she turned down the mysterious road, not particularly caring where it ended up, but curious to find out. What happened next is hard to say.
Roo was awakened by a sound that reminded her of blue coloured grass and black leather pants. A blender of electric guitars and banjos struck her like a tidal wave of noise. She stood up slowly, and tried to remember where she was, but all she could remember was the unfamiliar alleyway. Now, as she looked around her, she saw nothing but a huge grass field with hundreds of tents pitched upon it – a small village it seemed. Bewildered, she began walking towards the sound. Perhaps she’d find a clue as to her whereabouts.
After a short while Roo found herself in the midst of what seemed to be an unusual war. The people of this village were all playing music, but they were all playing at the same time. As Roo watched in amazement, she saw that there were three different armies, each in a different colored shirt – Red, Yellow, or Blue. Every army played a different type of music. It was ear-splitting! An absolute mess! She couldn’t take it any longer and her voice suddenly escaped her.
The war silenced. No one had noticed Roo until now, but her voice took them by surprise. It was unlike anything they had ever heard. Every one in the village wanted her to join their side – sing with their music. She was the loveliest sound their ears had ever heard! The entire army of musicians started running towards her. Frightened, she turned to run, but fell into a river that had snuck up behind her.
The warmth of the water surprised Roo, and felt calming on her skin, but her attention was quickly drawn back to the armies, each one diving into the stream behind her – red, yellow, and blue swimming towards her. She began to panic. She started to swim away, but noticed that her skin had gone purple, then blue and soon enough she was every color mixed together. She was tie-dye! She turned back toward the village people and saw that the warmth of the stream had caused the colors on each of their t-shirts to run. They were all wearing tie-dyed shirts! The musicians froze, gazing at each other with a look of shock and embarrassment.
A giggle escaped Roo’s lips as she watched the reaction of these strangers in tie-dye. In a moment, everyone was laughing, the whole village was laughing. What a sight! All of their colors blended together making a beautiful mess of pinks and greens that they had never seen before. They all splashed around, in the rainbow stream, laughing and joking until their fingers were pruned and their voices lost. Roo found them ever so intriguing and harmless at this point.
The people lifted Roo out of the stream and placed her on a large wooden stage. I had been built for the conquering team to perform on once the war had ended. But no one had won, they had forgotten the war now, for it had been the first time this small village had ever looked past their differences and laughed with each other.
While Roo stood on the stage, over looking the rainbowed people, they began to play once again – each of them, their own style of music, only this time, it was dazzling! The musical celebration lasted for 4 days, everyone playing along with each other rather than against. Bongos played along with electric guitars and cellos with keyboards. They were exhausted by the end of the festivities – they had danced and jammed for so long that some of them couldn’t make it back to their tents and passed out under the stars.
When they awoke, it was one year later – the anniversary of the war’s end. So they began the celebration all over again. The people had finally found peace and Roo’s blue eyes glistened at the sight of her own little music filled nation – Bonnaroo.