Challenge Name: A Song to Suit the Scene

Word Count: No minimum or maximum

Description: This challenge is similar to 20 Love Stories. You pick a number from the list, and depending what song you get, you have to write a one-shot that includes the song. Depending on the song you got, the genre for this one-shot could be anything from Fantasy to Humor to Horror.

Extra Info: None.

My Song: Migraine by Twenty One Pilots

Holly fingered her guitar anxiously. There were only three rounds left, and they would find out who had one the battle of the bands. And today was the hardest one; rock. This was the shadow bands strength, but river school's band was more suited to softer songs. Wind school just wasn't...musically adept. But Thunder house had spent hours writing their song, and they thought it showed how non-different they really were. Holly's head shot up as Principal Fire Star's voice came from the stage, her long, silky black hair falling in front of her electric green eyes.

"Welcome, schools, to the eighth round of the battle of the bands!" A cheer rose from the audience at that, and Holly could see some of her fellow students holding a banner emblazoned with their band name on it. "Now, since this round is taking place at Thunder University, it is only fitting that Shadow University go first. So please welcome warmly onto our stage, Inner Shadows!" a few young adults walked onto the stage and took a moment to adjust some things. A girl stepped up to the microphone.

"We are 'Inner Shadows', representing Shadow University. Our song today is called 'Migraine'," she stepped back a little bit, silver hair falling in front of her pale face.

"Am I the only one I know,
Waging my wars behind my face and above my throat?
Shadows will scream that I'm alone.
I-I-I I've got a migraine and my pain will range from up, down, and sideways,
Thank God it's Friday 'cause Fridays will always,
Be better than Sundays 'cause Sundays are my suicide days,
I don't know why they always seem so dismal,
Thunderstorms, clouds, snow, and a slight drizzle,"

Holly tilted her head as she listened to the lyrics.

"Whether it's the weather or the letters by my bed,
Sometimes death seems better than the migraine in my head,
Let it be said what the headache represents,
It's me defending in suspense,
It's me suspended in a defenseless test,
Being tested by a ruthless examiner
That's represented best by my depressing thoughts,
I do not have writer's block,
My writer just hates the clock,
It will not let me sleep, I guess I'll sleep when I'm dead,
And sometimes death seems better than the migraine in my head,"

she blinked, confusion written over her tan features.

"Am I the only one I know,
Waging my wars behind my face and above my throat?
Shadows will scream that I'm alone,
But I know we've made it this far, kid.
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I am not as fine as I seem, pardon,
Me for yelling, I'm telling you green gardens,
Are not what's growing in my psyche, it's a different me,
A difficult beast feasting on burnt down trees,
Freeze frame please, let me paint a mental picture portrait,
Something you won't forget, it's all about my forehead,
And how it is a door that holds back contents,
That make Pandora's Box's contents look non-violent,
Behind my eyelids are islands of violence,
My mind's ship-wrecked, this is the only land my mind could,
Find, I did not know it was such a violent island,
Full of tidal waves, suicidal crazed lions,
They're trying to eat me, blood running down their chin,
And I know that I can fight or I can let the lion win,
I begin to assemble what weapons I can find,
'Cause sometimes to stay alive you gotta kill your mind.
Am I the only one I know,
Waging my wars behind my face and above my throat?
Shadows will scream that I'm alone,
But I know we've made it this far, kid.
Ah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh, oh
Yeah, yeah, yeah
And I will say that we should take a day to break away,
From all the pain our brain has made,
The game is not played alone.
And I will say that we should take a moment and hold it,
And keep it frozen and know that,
Life has a hopeful undertone.
And I will say that we should take a day to break away,
From all the pain our brain has made,
The game is not played alone.
And I will say that we should take a moment and hold it,
And keep it frozen and know that,
Life has a hopeful undertone.
Am I the only one I know,
Waging my wars behind my face and above my throat?
Shadows will scream that I'm alone,
But I know we've made it this far, kid.
We've made it this far
We've made it this f..."

she applauded loudly with everyone else. The song was well written, if not a little ominous. She watched as Ivy Paw and Owl Paw walked off the stage and Whistling Wind from Wind University stepped onto the stage, their lead singer, Breeze Paw, announcing their song. Most of the freshmen and sophomores still had their student name of 'Paw' only once you had achieved a high intelligence was your last name updated. Holly started when she felt a hand on her shoulder and a small voice whispering in her ear.

"Hey, we're after Wind," she turned to see the bright blue eyes of Cinder staring at her. Her striped gray hair was curled glamorously and draped over her midnight blue dress, the same color everyone else in their band was wearing. Holly nodded.

"You ready for this guys?" Hazel called. Her light gray and white hair had been styled so that it looked as if one side had been shaved, though it hadn't. Jay, Lion, Mouse, Cinder, and Holly all nodded in unison, letting out cries of exhilaration. Then they turned back and watched as Whistling Wind finished up their song.

"We could be immortals, i-i-i-immortals
Just not for long, for long.
We could be immooooooo- immortals,
Immooooooo- immortals,
Immooooooo- immortals,
Immooooooo- immortals,
Immortals..."

Fire Star stepped back on stage.

"Wonderful performance, Wind University! And now, Rumbling Thunder!" nervousness flooded Holly's stomach as they stepped on stage, and she saw Hazel nudge her side and smirk, and she smiled back at her. As they got into position, Jay stepped up to the mic.

"Our song is called 'Animal I Have Become'," he said. Holly listened to the silence for a moment, and then it was interrupted by Cinder as she began playing her bass. She noticed the crowd muttering in confusion and appreciation and smirked as she positioned her fingers and began to play.