I wrote this after reading FromTheUk's Rock and Roll Spicy.
His story filled me with inspiration to write my own like that, so go check out "Rock and Roll Spicy" if you haven't already, it's really amazing.
Who knows, you might be inspired as well.
So here's my attempt at at a One-Shot for Mother 3 Boss.
Thanks for reading.
Warm regards,
Jetta.
"Ladies and gentlemen, for your musical entertainment tonight." The speakers announced high over the elegant and brightly lit theater. "We present a man full of musical talent. Here he is, Mr. Passion conducting a beautiful piece known to us all as 'Family Matters Second Movement'."
I stand perfectly still in the middle of the theater stage as I carefully observe my audience.
Never in my life, have I seen so many people unite in one place; and they are all waiting for me to play my masterpiece.
Because that is what my music is, my music is a true masterpiece.
This surely must be a dream because I have always long desired a vast ocean of audience, such as this one!
I stroke my perfectly combed snow hair back as I anxiously pick up my constructor's baton.
The members of my orchestra raised their instruments toward them, waiting for my direction.
With a swift movement of my wrist, the band begins to play my masterpiece.
I smile as I continue to lead on what is perhaps the best creation on Earth.
I instantly drop the conductor's baton as a sharp pain in my chest makes my face jerk and twist.
I hear gasps and cries as I fall to my knees, helplessly grasping my chest with both hands.
I must finish my masterpiece…but the pain is so unbearable, but I…I must finish what I have…
(THUD!)
It's been over 150 years since the last concert I have conducted.
I now live solitary in the Castle of Osohe.
Although the Castle of Osohe has many residents, it is extremely hard to make contact with ghosts who are under the influence of alcohol 99.9 percent of the time.
Although it no longer beats, my passion for music still burns deep within my heart.
How I long for an audience such as the one I had the last night of my performance and lamentably, my music cannot leave these four walls that make up the Castle of Osohe.
What's this, has man has entered these depths of the castle?
Never in my death period have I truly felt this cheerful, I admit the man does look like he could use a bath but that's the least of the matters.
"Excuse me, sir. Would you care to sit back and enjoy something sweet to the ears?" I ask of him.
"Nah," The man replied. " Classical music really sucks, dude, I'd rather listen to Snoop Dogg."
He has refused to listen to the Greatness of me? And who is this Snoop Doggy Doo-Doo he speaks off?
"Prepare to meet my wrath, you artistic know-nothing!" I say as I attack with swift beautiful movements, as of my music.
The man tosses a bomb toward me, completely blinding me for a long period.
It was not long after he had finished his duties and completely sabotaged me.
It did not have to come to this fighting; all I ever wanted really was an audience.
An audience who would appreciate and love the music I compose, that's all I ever wanted.
But things have changed and this is not over yet, man.
I shall return once again and next time, I shall PLAY my majestic music and you shall ENJOY it.
I shall train long and hard, until Mr. Passion the pushover is no more.
I shall be Lord Passion.
And everyone will enjoy the music of Lord Passion.
Until we meet again, man, you shall have no sympathy from me.