They Came

 He placed his case onto his desk and looked out of the window, his view had always been impressive, a panoramic vista of the city. But, since the arrival of the ship most of that had been blocked out of view by the hull of the craft. He looked at the spacecraft and noticed how th sun glinted of the upper side of the hull and thought that in its own way it was quiet beutiful. He turned to his desk and turned on the portable TV, even though he was bored with the whole media circus he still wanted to be kept abreast of any developments. As he turned the sound up on the television he noticed that the hum had stopped. Turning to the window he looked down to see crowds swarming to get a better view of the spaceship. He looked at the TV and the reporter at the scene had confirmed what was happening. Rushing out of his office he grabbed his camera and made his way the the streets.

The summer heat was stiffleing but it was made worse by the thousands of people in the streets. He pushed his way throught the crowd to get a better view. He saw people on thier knees praying, others were chanting, holding crystals up as if offering the ship some kind of sacrafice.Then it happend. A loud musical note erupted from the ship, windows in the nearby buildings imploded, crowds screamed and ran from the falling glass. If he had stayed in his office he would surely have been ripped to shreds by the glass. The musical notes continued in a cacaphony that grated on the ears, it had no musical content what so ever.

The music lasted for about ten minutes then as abrubtly as it had started it stopped.
 
"It looks as if they want to jam with us" remarked a pimperly youth to his girlfreind.
 
"Call that music." She retorted
He had to smile at that as he found that the music that the kids listened today as nothing more than noise. He could hear one of the TV reporters talking into a camera nearby.
 
"...and it may be possible that the alien creatures communicate by music. I'll hand you back to the studio for a comment by our leading government    scientist." He looked at the reporter and wished that he had bought a pocket TV to see the rest of the report.

He watched the workmen cleaning the glass away from his office, he had tried to work but his ears were still ringing from the noise of the alien craft. All he had done that afternoon was listen to the radio, his television had been damaged by the exploding glass. The consensus of opinion was that maybe the aliens did communicate by music and were waiting for an answer. Some of the best minds and cyphers were working on decoding the information. He noticed that speakers and musical instruments were being set up in the city plaza by soldiers, obviously the government had decided to try and communicate with them. He waited for another half hour before deciding to go home, he thought that the aliens might try to communicate again but all that came from the spacecraft was silence.
 
When he arrived home the children were already in bed, his son cluched at an alien doll that he had to but for him, his daughter was not asleep yet and she smiled as he poked his head round the door.
 
"Daddy I was worried when I heard that all the windows had smashed in the city, I thought that you might be hurt.
 
"No dear I'm Ok. Didn't mummy tell you." He said as he walked toward the bed.
 
"Yes but I thought that she may had only said it to stop me worrying". He leant forward and gave her a kiss on the forhead.