Hello, my friends. Welcome to ETERNAL KARAOKE, the most random, stupid, and weird story in the Eternal Sonata fanfiction archives today! I'm sure we've all imagined the Eternal Sonata characters singing sometime in our lives… ;~), I'm just here to put finger to keyboard and write it down! ENJOY!

Eternal Karaoke
An Eternal Sonata Fanfic
By child of the gallows
Chapter 1: Black and White People, by Matchbox Twenty

Legato poked his head out from behind the rich red curtain of Forte Castle.

"Are you sure that we should do this, sir?" He asked his superior, Count Waltz, who was, as usual, sitting on his throne behind the curtain.

"Positive, Legato." Waltz assured, leaning back. "Oh, look. The prisoners are here."

Sure enough, Fugue and Tuba were leading a string of very familiar looking people into the throne room. At the end of the string was Rondo, and near her was Claves. The prisoners were chained together with interlocking handcuffs.

"What do you want with us!?" Viola called from near the end of the line.

"Yeah, seriously." Allegretto agreed, from near the middle.

"Because you went through the game, killed me, Legato, Fugue, Rondo, Tuba and the guy with the top hat without mercy," Waltz began, pointing his thumb at Frederic, who was standing at the very front of the line. "Me and a girl who calls herself Gallow got together and she taught me about this form of torture in her world called Karaoke. She wanted you to know that she was glad that top hat guy came back to life, though she doesn't really understand why."

"Karaoke?" Prince Crescendo called from the very end. "Never heard of it."

There was a murmur of agreement from the rest of the party.

"Well, it's where people sing songs in front of groups of people. They—uh… they sing the songs while reading the words off of cue cards."

Legato reached behind Waltz's throne and pulled out some huge cue cards. They had words on them, but the party saw them so briefly that they weren't able to read them.

"So, since I knew you wouldn't understand, I'm going to have Legato demonstrate." Waltz continued.

At the mention of his name involved in this "karaoke" torture business, Legato felt his face grow hot. "W-what, sir?"

"YOU HEARD ME!" Waltz bellowed at his servant, making him shrink back. "Anyway, Gallow girl picked the song to make sure that you didn't know them. Except for top hat guy, where you will get to listen to your song once before you perform."

Frederic's eyes opened wide. "What the--? Why is she so—"

"She wanted me to tell you she loves you and that you were always her favorite character." Waltz then pointed at Polka. "She wants you to know that she hates you."

Polka sighed. "Everybody hates me."

"Now, Legato. Go step out on stage. I'm sure that the crowd has arrived."

Legato, not daring defy his lord and master, trudged onto the stage. That Gallow girl was already there, with something that looked like a tube with a mesh ball on the top and some cue cards.

"Oh, Legato!" She said. "Here." She handed him the tube. "That's a microphone. You speak into it and it sounds really loud. I'll be holding the cue cards. Start singing when I point to the words. You'll be singing a song called 'Black and White People,' by a band from my time, Matchbox Twenty. Good luck."

Legato was then pushed into center stage, where, as the Count had predicted, a relatively large crowd had gathered.

Suddenly, music started up, with a snappy beat. Horns and drums played in harmony for a while as he watched for Gallow girl to point to the words.

"One more day down," He sang, though without much tune. "Everybody has those days. Where one soft, sweet song's just enough to clear my head."

Gallow girl shook her head and switched cards.

"Fall on, real life. Is anybody left there sane? And we'll slide on over, and accept fate, and it's bound to be a powerful thing." Switch. "And if it's just that you're weak, can we talk about it? It's getting so damn creepy just nursing this ghost of a chance," Switch. "the fiction the romance, and the Technicolor dreams of black and white people!"

It wasn't that bad. Legato was actually enjoying this! And that Gallow girl called it torture…

"One boy headstrong. He thinks that living here's just plain. He's pushed down so hard you can hear him start to sink." Switch. "And there's one last round of petty conversation, you hold on boy," Switch. "'Cause you won't go down like this. Just roll on over," Switch. "And lay down 'til it's more than you can take. And if it's just that you're weak" Switch. "Can we talk about it? It's getting so damn creepy just nursing this ghost of a chance" Switch. "The fiction the romance and the Technicolor dreams of black and white peopllllle!"

Gallow girl switched to a card that said "Wait."

She switched it again, after a while, to a card that said "Start Ooohhh-ing." Legato did.

"So one more day down. And everybody's changing." Switch. "And one soft, sweet sound's just enough to clear my- my heaaaaadddd… And if it's just that you're weak" Switch. "Can we talk about it? It's getting so damn creepy just nursing this ghost of a chance, the fiction the romance," Switch. "And the Technicolor dreams of black and white people." Switch. "Hell, if you're weak, can we talk about it? It's getting so damn creepy just nursing this ghost of a chance," Switch. "The fiction the romance, and the Technicolor dreams of black and white people." Switch. "We are black and white. Yeah, We are black and white people. Yeah, we are black and white people!"

The music faded and ended. Legato received a stunning amount of applause, and even some cheers for an encore, but Gallow girl shooed him offstage.

When they were behind the curtain, Legato finally plucked up the courage to ask; "So, how did I do?"

Gallow girl thought for a moment. "Terrible. But I guess they liked it."

Legato shrugged and smiled at the thought of Tuba singing in front of that huge audience.

AAAAANNNDDD… Legato's done! Onward, to chapter two!