Suddenly, the blades stop and Karu gets stiff and was unable to move on her own, but her legs walked by themselves and dragged her away from the stage as though she were a puppet controlled by a nameless puppet master.
“Ugh! Karde! Run!”
But before she could move an inch away from her location, something wrapped around her wrists and lifted her up.
“Power manifested strings,” she mouthed, then summoned a card in her hand, cutting her way out of the restraints.
“Thought it was the singer didn’t you? How… very unexpected of heroes like yourselves, always rushing to defeat the one in front of you once you face trouble. This poor girl is simply working here as a performer,” said Laurellia, wearing a red cape with black musical notes, a matching sleeveless shirt and a pair of pants seemingly from another set of clothing, with a similar shade of red as the base color with black vertical tiger-like stripes on top and a splash of yellow paint on the bottom, likely because of knocking over a paint bucket, emerged from the side of the stage, where the mini orchestra, consisting of only a pianist, a violinist and a flute player, was located.
Right after she said that, the singer collapsed, fell asleep, just like the audience.
“Weren’t you on stage just earlier? Since when were you wearing that outfit? What are you, a jester? Wearing that to a battle? You just look ridiculous,” said Ryla as she took the chance get near the young lady.
“Me? A jester? Is that an insult I hear? Well, regardless of your intentions for that… statement, thank you. It is my job to entertain you after all. Isn’t that what jesters are for? If you did plan on insulting me, at least my casual clothes aren’t picked by my parents. Anyways, you’ve clearly not been paying attention to our show. I went back there minutes ago.”
“How did you know?! And- and how did you know we are heroes?! So who are you and what are you doing here?!”
“Apologies for my partner’s rude behaviour. Allow me to introduce ourselves. We are the FREEDOM ORCHESTRA. I am your very excellent Pitch-er Perfect Pianist. Oh and the sleeping audience? My doing. My hypnotic piano’sThere is no Gray Zone. Your friends won’t get their little powers back for another 15 minutes. And her? She’s our dearest Conductor.” said a beautiful pianist, earlier introduced as Shina, wearing a face of passion and a black halter dress with white musical symbols all over the skirt part of the dress.
“I’m Kerena, also known as, the Duet’s Voice. My power is called Healer’s Anthem. I can heal people when singing but I need some blood to do that. Anyone’s blood at all.”
“And I’mmmmmm PIPER! The Pied Piper of Hamelin! Anddddd guesssss what! My flute’s very cute power summons rats when I play it. It’s called… drumroll pleaseeeeeeeee FALSE HOPE OF THE ENDING! Annnndddd it works on a recorder too! Hahahahhahahahahaha!”
“But what about the others singer?” Runice asked.
“Oh, her? She’s not one of us. She’s in the FREEDOM ORCHESTRA but she’s good,” replied Laurellia.
“Yeah right. Whatever. Orchestras aren’t supposed to have singers anyways.”
“Clearly you’ve never known freedom, let alone experienced it.”
Shina steps in and walks in front of Laurellia, blocking Ryla’s view of her, “So here’s the actual reason. We compose songs too and we want our beautiful music to be understood through words, so it’s best for us to have lyricists and vocalists. Then our wonderful music can be heard and understood for the efforts we put in to create such amazing art.”
“She’s way too arrogant in her own joke of a so-called piece of music whose real name is trash,” Runice said to Ryla.
“Excuuuuuse me?! We put in hooouuuurs and hooouuuurs of hard work and thinking and blood and sweat and energy and heart yet you villainous heroes seem to have disabilities in understanding art! We put our hearts in doing this, of course you’re too heartless to understand! Ugh!” Piper wailed, for what reaction could you expect when your hard work gets denied of its worth? But who cared? ‘‘Twas either one, or none. One who cared, knew of your struggles, knew of the process. When one left, there was none. None who cared, knew of your struggles, closed their eyes and left. None who cared, didn’t know of your thoughts, opened their eyes at your results. Accomplished, accomplished not, one who cared, none who cared. One who loved, regardless. None who judged, regardless. You who strived, continued to. For whom? For what? For when? For where, will your hard work pay off? The future is dark. The unknown, the varying. Striving, for those who cared. Striving, for those who stared, not at you, but at what you did. Once you achieved, you must continue to. Fail for long, it becomes the expected.
“It’s alright. Not everyone has the same taste in art. It’s fine for them being unable to comprehend what they’re missing, which is elegance and meaning, exactly what our music never lacks,” Shina reassured Piper.
“Ahem you’re getting distracted. We should be fighting now,” a female voice said.
Walking from the side of the stage where Piper and Shina came from, she appeared before the heroes’ eyes. The figure, in a sky-blue short sleeved bodycon dress that became flowy at the knees
“I’m gonna introduce myself. Purely for politeness. I think it’s unnecessary for a fight. They call me the Vigilant Vision of the Violinist. But just call me Violinist. It’s simpler. And my power’s Play That Louder, it increases my team’s performance and alertness to their effects while I’m playing the violin and attacks when I’m playing the cello.”
Laurellia ignored her earlier words and babbled, “And don’t even think about reporting us! We’re famous, so no one’s gonna believe a word you say about us. Besides, reporting someone requires you to write down the information of the reporter, which means you’ll have to expose your identity, Ryla and Runice.”
The “Pitch-er Perfect Pianist” played a short tune of Der Flohwalzer and awoke the audience. They then marched towards the exit as if nothing ever happened, some continued to drink their soda and whispers of how good the never finished show were occasionally heard. Did Shina manipulate their memories and engrave the musical in their brains?
“Now let the fight commence.”
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and then Add to home screen.