Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Transformers. All recognizable characters belong to Hasbro.
All credit for the music I'll be using goes to Lindsey Stirling. I just wish to pay tribute to her amazing work.
My own OCs, Blaze and Jolt, are mine.
Stealing is wrong guys. Big no no.
Title: I'm Alive Because of Music.
Summary: A Transformers Universe in which Earth has not yet made contact, humans are despairing and being
sold across the Galaxy. Lindsey is a human girl who fought for freedom with music, and has to face the hardships of
space alone while being very far away from Earth. Will she ever be free? Or will she always be subjected to do others' bidding's...?
Rating" K
Warnings: So far none.
Authors notes: Hay people if you're like me you'll probably skip this, but if you don't, I wanted to say that this Fic is child friendly.
so I'm not going to make any baddies here.
Beta Reader: entercleverpennamehere.
I hope you enjoy and review cuz I would love to know if I should keep going.
I'm alive because of Music:
Prologue
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"Okay Lindsey, I know it's your first performance," a reassuring female voice said,"Just remember they don't care what you look like, they just want to hear you play." Her voice started moving to the other side of the platforms scattered across the ground, getting ready for the performance they were about to do.
Hands shaking, Lindsey gripped the makeshift metal violin, uncertain of what the future would bring: would they love her? Or would they hate her? With all these questions struggling for attention in her mind, she didn't notice that the others had already gotten to their places.
"Lindsey!" a harsh male voice whispered loudly,"Get into place!" he said, while turning back onto his platform.
Startled out of her own thoughts, she hastily moved to comply, but not before she stole a quick glance at the other performers. Realizing she was going to be making music with them for who knew how long, she decided now was not the time to get cold feet. Taking a steady breath of air, she started to move towards her own platform. As she stepped onto the dim, circle shaped slate on the ground, it started to glow and move of its own accord. As she ascended, she could see a shining light at the top of the roof, which was actually the floor they were currently underneath.
Almost at the top now, one more question raced through her mind: 'Am I going to last the night?'
End Prologue