Before the letter, Brooke didn't know where she was heading in life.
She knew what she was, of course: a deadbeat. She wandered through life aimlessly, the only constant being the guitar strapped to her back. However, if you asked Brooke what she was planning on doing, she'd just shrug. She had no plans, other than to keep being a deadbeat.
Of course, she had a dream, but it was not the kind of dream that spread its wings into reality. Brooke craved the limelight -- she wished to light up the hearts of others with her songs, to play in front of massive crowds, to inspire others through music. She was an above average guitarist, for sure, and her alto belt was rather powerful. She hated to brag, though. Perhaps her mellow personality was what held her back. Brooke was always unsure; never ready to fully commit to a life of training to perform.
Instead, she spent her days in public spaces, strumming away at her guitar. She sang little tunes, popular ones, to get attention. Every now and then, a stranger would toss spare change towards her, silently thanking her for a performance. She lived for this. It gave Brooke more happiness than anything else to know that she captivated another bean enough to earn some dough.
But, it was just a passion, and it couldn't sustain the blue bean. Brooke often worked other odd jobs, and only turned down the riskiest of all. All she truly knew was that she didn't have a purpose, or even a place in this world.
One fateful night, this changed.
Brooke headed home after a day of singing in the public square, carrying a bag full of change that had been thrown her way. Her home was very small, but cozy, and she was ready for a night of rest.
She ate her dinner, and wandered to her storage closet in search of a childhood book. Mumbling the words to herself always managed to put her to sleep, embarrassingly enough. Brooke didn't know why she'd put it back in the closet -- perhaps it was an accident? Either way, it was somewhere down there.
When she spotted the ancient-looking book, completely out of place, she nearly gasped. God, that's so cool, Brooke thought to herself. But... what is it? She grabbed it from the corner it sat in, and nearly ripped it open. Seeing its evident age, she decided to be a bit more careful.
"Ca-le...-T-S... SP...A-Rae... huh. Greek? Latin? Wonder what that means."
Brooke continued to flip through the book, getting lost in the faded letters, trying to sound out nearly invisible words. She couldn't understand anything about it, but it was beautiful. It was a link to another world, another time, another adventure. While she couldn't comprehend the book, she could admire it, and admire it she did.
She barely even noticed the jingle. That's how absorbed she was.
When she did get up and rush to the door, the messenger was already far gone. The scroll dropped to the ground, rolling towards Brooke's feet. Quizzically, she untied the ribbon around it. "Strange. I've never received one of these before."
And, when she read the message, she panicked.
Naturally, when Brooke panicked, she tried to get help. Usually, this meant that she'd run over to her good friend Julius' place uninvited. He didn't mind very much, and he eventually got used to Brooke barging in with a flurry of feelings. He'd just laugh it off and play therapist for the frazzled blue bean.
This panic was no different. Brooke blindly darted a few blocks away from her place, the letter in tow, to Julius' residence. He was there, thankfully, and after hearing her bang on the door, he immediately let Brooke in.
"Brooke, what's -- ?"
Brooke shoved her letter in Julius' face. "Read this, and tell me what you think!"
"Okay, okay. ...You can come in, by the way. You've basically invited yourself." Julius chuckled, walking back towards his couch and plopping back down on it. He motioned for Brooke to come over, and she did, still holding the letter tightly. "You know, you could've just texted me, dude. Y'know, like... you could've taken a picture of it."
"Oh, shut up, Juli! This is really important! J-Just read it!" Julius nodded. He skimmed the letter, uttering it aloud as he did so. When he finished, Brooke mumbled "Juli, I... I dunno what to do here."
The green bean's eyes widened. He seemed shocked by her saying this. "Really? I thought this would totally be your thing. After all, you like to travel." He looked down at the letter again. "It seems like it would be a great adventure. Although... I can't help but wonder why you were chosen."
"It doesn't matter right now, Juli. What matters is that I don't know if I want to do this or not."
Julius smiled in a cheeky manner, looking back up at Brooke. "So... you're too much of a chicken to help out the queen bean, huh? You'd totally faint if you saw her in real life -- you're so in love with her."
"I am not!"
Juli laughed. "Oh, come on, I'm just teasing you. ... Beanyonce is beautiful, though."
Brooke rolled her eyes. "Ugh, Juli, that's not the point." She sighed. "I mean, she's cute, she's cute. I just... I don't even know who this Finder dude is. I've never heard of him. What if he's a total weirdo?"
"Hmm. Isn't he that guy who showed up in town a few months ago?" Brooke snapped into it with Juli's reminder, and nodded yes. "See? He wasn't so bad. And, well... both of us are total weirdos, aren't we?"
"I guess so."
"Then... stop being a coward and just go, dammit!"
She packed that night when she returned home. Brooke compiled a backpack full of first-aid supplies, granola bars, and a few spare guitar picks. And, of course, she took her instrument. She couldn't bear to be without it, after all.
So, without much of a choice at all, Brooke decided to go.
I hope it's okay that the beginning builds up to the prompt! :'0)